Easter is coming, we’ll be taking Easter hymns. This one, The Old Rugged Cross, used to make me cry when I was a little boy: not so you could hear it, just a lump in the throat and a tear or two.
Sung here by Tennessee Ernie Ford.
Easter is coming, we’ll be taking Easter hymns. This one, The Old Rugged Cross, used to make me cry when I was a little boy: not so you could hear it, just a lump in the throat and a tear or two.
Sung here by Tennessee Ernie Ford.
It always chokes me up, too. But it’s good to remember that crosses are our sharing in Christ and that someday we’ll see the beauty in what appeared here below to be suffering and shame.
I’ve always been the same way about tearing up when I hear this song.