I saw an article where a church in Texas completely burned to the ground last Friday. Just about everything was lost — with the exception of one lone cross standing in the smoldering ruins of what once the Balsora Baptist Church building.
That spoke volumes to me. How many times have you and I come to points in our lives where we have nothing left to cling to but Jesus? How many times have we watched as every other crutch and support we leaned on in times of turmoil got kicked away until all that was left was the Cross?
The cross as a mere pieces of wood nailed together means nothing. But the cross as a symbol of Jesus dying in our place and conquering that death to give us everlasting life means everything.
Whenever our hopes get dashed and our desires fail, we find out that all we really needed all along was Jesus. As the old saying goes, you don’t find out that Jesus is all you need until He’s all you have, and then when He’s all you have, He really is all you need.