“I Can’t See It, Mommy!”

Sophia said, “I can’t see it, Mommy!”

She’s the three year old daughter of Jessica and Eric and was on her way to daycare. When Jessica told me this story, I asked her if I could share it with you and she said yes.

“I can’t see it, Mommy! I can’t see the cross!”

There’s a 198-foot-tall, 113-foot-wide cross by the Interstate in Effingham where Jessica and I are honored to serve as United Methodist pastors. It’s hard to miss.

But it was a very foggy morning.

Jessica assured Sophia that the cross was still there, even when we can’t see it.

Amen?

No matter what kind of fog rolls in on us, be it emotional or spiritual or physical, what our Associate Pastor Jessica said is true: the cross of Christ and all that it represents is still there, even when we can’t see it.

Let’s help each other remember that.