Thankful for the truck with the cross

Most mornings on my drive in to work I see it.

It’s a truck heading in the opposite direction of me on US 22 toward Cadiz, a welcomed sight.

On the front of this truck is a cross – an illuminated cross.

It’s hard to miss.

I’ll be driving along, consumed with thoughts about the day I’m about to have, the day I had yesterday or the day I may fear tomorrow, and then, boom, all of a sudden, there it is.

The truck with the cross, faithful on its morning journey from wherever it is coming to wherever it is going.

I catch my breath and smile to myself, happy to sight something I’ve anticipated but not necessarily expected.

All of a sudden, I feel better, no matter what Debbie Downer oh-no mental scenarios or “super sparkly,” highly caffeinated euphoric thoughts I was entertaining at that particular moment.

All of a sudden, I feel encouraged.

All of a sudden, I feel hopeful.

All of a sudden, I feel relief.

All of a sudden I feel peace.

All of a sudden I feel a sense that all is well, all is not lost.

And though it’s early, early in the morning, and very, very dark out yet, I acknowledge the passing of the truck with the cross as I raise my left hand in an unreciprocated gesture of hello there, thank you.

God bless.

Thank you, truck with the cross, for a simple reminder of a powerful message in my book, that Christ died an awful death on that cross so many years ago for a sinner like me, that his amazing grace saved a wretch like me.

Wow.

It’s undeserved.

It’s unwarranted.

It’s unsolicited.

But it’s a gift I’ve accepted and gladly so, though many are the days and moments when I wonder who would know it had made any difference.

Yes, I believe Christ died for my sins.

Yes, I believe the message of salvation.

But if I were arrested for being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict me?

I cringe at the thought of the charge being dropped.

I’m the wretch every day who needs God’s grace, who comes to the cross unworthy and yet full of wonder, buoyed by belief.

Today I celebrate the risen Christ.

And thank God for the testimony of the truck with the cross.

(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at jkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)

Thankful for the truck with the cross

Most mornings on my drive in to work I see it.

It’s a truck heading in the opposite direction of me on US 22 toward Cadiz, a welcomed sight.

On the front of this truck is a cross – an illuminated cross.

It’s hard to miss.

I’ll be driving along, consumed with thoughts about the day I’m about to have, the day I had yesterday or the day I may fear tomorrow, and then, boom, all of a sudden, there it is.

The truck with the cross, faithful on its morning journey from wherever it is coming to wherever it is going.

I catch my breath and smile to myself, happy to sight something I’ve anticipated but not necessarily expected.

All of a sudden, I feel better, no matter what Debbie Downer oh-no mental scenarios or “super sparkly,” highly caffeinated euphoric thoughts I was entertaining at that particular moment.

All of a sudden, I feel encouraged.

All of a sudden, I feel hopeful.

All of a sudden, I feel relief.

All of a sudden I feel peace.

All of a sudden I feel a sense that all is well, all is not lost.

And though it’s early, early in the morning, and very, very dark out yet, I acknowledge the passing of the truck with the cross as I raise my left hand in an unreciprocated gesture of hello there, thank you.

God bless.

Thank you, truck with the cross, for a simple reminder of a powerful message in my book, that Christ died an awful death on that cross so many years ago for a sinner like me, that his amazing grace saved a wretch like me.

Wow.

It’s undeserved.

It’s unwarranted.

It’s unsolicited.

But it’s a gift I’ve accepted and gladly so, though many are the days and moments when I wonder who would know it had made any difference.

Yes, I believe Christ died for my sins.

Yes, I believe the message of salvation.

But if I were arrested for being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict me?

I cringe at the thought of the charge being dropped.

I’m the wretch every day who needs God’s grace, who comes to the cross unworthy and yet full of wonder, buoyed by belief.

Today I celebrate the risen Christ.

And thank God for the testimony of the truck with the cross.

(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at jkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)