I am reading a book by Coelho Paulo, The Zahir. He mentions the cross and the curious way of looking at crosses. Some people wear it around their necks, hang it on their wall and identify it as a religious symbol. Forgetting that in the day people were put to death by being crucified on this instrument of torture.
I know I have several of these beautiful crosses that I used to wear long ago in my jewelry box. One my niece bought from the Rome that was blessed by the Pope. I love it only because she gave it to me. It is so beautiful. Hmmm let me take a pic of it.
I will keep my crosses. I would rather wear a peace symbol around my neck today. I celebrated Easter with my family. It definitely wasn't the same as when I was a child and was forced to go to church.