The 14^th of September is the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross.

The cross is a confusing symbol. For the people of Jesus's day it was a dreadful object. It was a tool of torture and execution, associated with shame and criminality. It stood on the road into a town as a signpost of Roman occupation. It was designed to facilitate the worst death imaginable, and mockery was part of the cruelty. It was shameful, unbelievable that God the Father allowed His Son to be killed in such a way.

But he did. He had to. Our God died on a cross with criminals, while people jeered and gawked. This had to happen, so that death and sin could be defeated in the Resurrection.

The Cross that the Romans deliberately designed for horror and subjugation has become the symbol of victory and liberation. Christ’s death is the moment of victory when all the sin of the world is conquered by the ultimate act of love.

The Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross marks several key moments. Traditionally, this day marks the finding of the True Cross by St Helena, the mother of Constantine I, in Jerusalem, in around 326 AD. We also acknowledge the dedication of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem. Finally, the recovery of the relic from the Sassanid empire 300 years or so later, in 628 AD. Of course it is also a time when we cannot help but recall the Death and Resurrection of our Lord, Jesus Christ. 

Many Protestant churches celebrate the Cross, but they remove Jesus from it. They do this under the rationale that Jesus has risen and is no longer on the Cross. Many think our symbol of the crucifix is a gory or morbid sight. For Catholics, the Crucifix is a symbol of God's total solidarity with human suffering, and the power of His love.  From the suffering depicted on the Cross, we find the sign of our Salvation.

The Cross has been the focus of devotion for a very long time. There survives a famous  8^th century Old English poem called "The Dream of the Rood".  It recounts the Crucifixion from the point of view of the Cross (or tree - rood/rod). The Cross reflects that his wounds match the wounds of Christ, and he was trying not to bend under the weight of this man bearing the sins of the world. It is a strange and beautiful meditation, and you can can read it in full below.

Dream of the Rood 

By Unknown & Translated By Roy M. Liuzza

Listen! I will speak of the sweetest dream,

what came to me in the middle of the night,

when speech-bearers slept in their rest.

It seemed that I saw a most wondrous tree

raised on high, wound round with light,

the brightest of beams. All that beacon was
covered in gold; gems stood
fair at the earth’s corners, and there were five
up on the cross-beam. All the angels of the Lord looked on;
fair through all eternity; that was no felon’s gallows,
but holy spirits beheld him there,
men over the earth and all this glorious creation.
 

 Wondrous was the victory-tree, and I was stained by sins,
wounded with guilt; I saw the tree of glory
honored in garments, shining with joys,
bedecked with gold; gems had
covered worthily the Creator’s tree.
And yet beneath that gold I began to see
an ancient wretched struggle, when it first began
to bleed on the right side. I was all beset with sorrows,
fearful for that fair vision; I saw that eager beacon
change garments and colors––now it was drenched,
stained with blood, now bedecked with treasure.
And yet, lying there a long while,
I beheld in sorrow the Savior’s tree
until I heard it utter a sound;
that best of woods began to speak words:
 

“It was so long ago––I remember it still––
that I was felled from the forest’s edge,
ripped up from my roots. Strong enemies seized me there,
made me their spectacle, made me bear their criminals;

they bore me on their shoulders and then set me on a hill,
enemies enough fixed me fast. Then I saw the Lord of mankind
hasten eagerly, when he wanted to ascend upon me.
I did not dare to break or bow down
against the Lord’s word, when I saw
the ends of the earth tremble. Easily I might
have felled all those enemies, and yet I stood fast.
Then the young hero made ready—that was God almighty—
strong and resolute; he ascended on the high gallows,
brave in the sight of many, when he wanted to ransom mankind.
I trembled when he embraced me, but I dared not bow to the ground,
or fall to the earth’s corners––I had to stand fast.
I was reared as a cross: I raised up the mighty King,
the Lord of heaven; I dared not lie down.
They drove dark nails through me; the scars are still visible,
open wounds of hate; I dared not harm any of them.

They mocked us both together; I was all drenched with blood
flowing from that man’s side after he had sent forth his spirit.
 

Much have I endured on that hill
of hostile fates: I saw the God of hosts
cruelly stretched out. Darkness had covered
with its clouds the Ruler’s corpse,
that shining radiance. Shadows spread
grey under the clouds; all creation wept,
mourned the King’s fall: Christ on the cross.

And yet from afar men came hastening
to that noble one; I watched it all.
I was all beset with sorrow, yet I sank into their hands,
humbly, eagerly. There they took almighty God,
lifted him from his heavy torment; the warriors then left me
standing drenched in blood, all shot through with arrows.
They laid him down, bone-weary, and stood by his body’s head;
they watched the Lord of heaven there, who rested a while,
weary from his mighty battle. They began to build a tomb for him
in the sight of his slayer; they carved it from bright stone,
and set within the Lord of victories. They began to sing a dirge for him,
wretched at evening, when they wished to travel hence,
weary, from the glorious Lord––he rested there with little company.
And as we stood there, weeping, a long while
fixed in our station, the song ascended
from those warriors. The corpse grew cold,
the fair life-house. Then they began to fell us
all to the earth––a terrible fate!
They dug for us a deep pit, yet the Lord’s thanes,
friends found me there…
adorned me with gold and silver.
 

“Now you can hear, my dear hero,
that I have endured the work of evil-doers,
harsh sorrows. Now the time has come
that far and wide they will honor me,
men over the earth and all this glorious creation,
and pray to this sign. On me the Son of God
suffered for a time; and so, glorious now

I rise up under the heavens, and am able to heal
each of those who is in awe of me.
Once I was made into the worst of torments,
most hateful to all people, before I opened
the true way of life for speech-bearers.
Lo! the King of glory, Guardian of heaven’s kingdom
honored me over all the trees of the forest,
just as he has also, almighty God, honored
his mother, Mary herself,
above all womankind for the sake of all men.
 

  “Now I bid you, my beloved hero,
that you reveal this vision to men,
tell them in words that it is the tree of glory

on which almighty God suffered

for mankind’s many sins

and Adam’s ancient deeds.

Death He tasted there, yet the Lord rose again

with his great might to help mankind.

He ascended into heaven. He will come again

to this middle-earth to seek mankind

on doomsday, almighty God,

the Lord himself and his angels with him,

and He will judge—He has the power of judgment—

each one of them as they have earned
beforehand here in this loaned life.
No one there may be unafraid

at the words which the Ruler will speak:

He will ask before the multitude where the man might be

who for the Lord’s name would taste

bitter death, as He did earlier on that tree.

But they will tremble then, and little think

what they might even begin to say to Christ.

But no one there need be very afraid

who has borne in his breast the best of beacons;

but through the cross we shall seek the kingdom,

every soul from this earthly way,

whoever thinks to rest with the Ruler.”

  Then I prayed to the tree with a happy heart,
eagerly, there where I was alone
with little company. My spirit longed to start
on the journey forth; it has felt
so much of longing. It is now my life’s hope
that I might seek the tree of victory
alone, more often than all men

and honor it well. I wish for that
with all my heart, and my hope of protection is
fixed on the cross. I have few wealthy friends
on earth; but they all have gone forth,
fled from worldly joys and sought the King of glory;
they live now in heaven with the High Father,
and dwell in glory, and each day I look forward
to the time when the cross of the Lord,
on which I have looked while here on this earth,
will fetch me from this loaned life,
and bring me where there is great bliss,

joy in heaven, where the Lord’s host

is seated at the feast, with ceaseless bliss;

and then set me where I may afterwards

dwell in glory, have a share of joy
fully with the saints. May the Lord be my friend,
He who here on earth once suffered
on the hanging-tree for human sin;
He ransomed us and gave us life,

a heavenly home. Hope was renewed

with cheer and bliss for those who were burning there.

The Son was successful in that journey,

mighty and victorious, when he came with a multitude,

a great host of souls, into God’s kingdom,

the one Ruler almighty, the angels rejoicing

and all the saints already in heaven

dwelling in glory, when almighty God,

their Ruler, returned to his rightful home.
 

Copyright Credit: Roy Liuzza, "Dream of the Rood" from Old English Poetry: An Anthology.  Copyright © 2014 by Roy Liuzza.