Observing the Atonement (Without Crucifying Someone)

     I heard a speech coach once describe the art of story-telling as giving each word its own time in your mouth. When it came time to tell our children the Greatest Story, I reached for every angle and resource at my disposal. Thankfully, children like the hands-on process, no matter their learning style, and I enjoyed finding ways for them to touch, taste and handle the Words of Truth and Life that comprise the Gospel and a Biblical worldview, without always sticking in a DVD (though we did not hesitate to use them whenever helpful ones became available).

     Though it was definitely for my own benefit as well, I wanted to give the fact of Jesus’ saving act on Calvary’s cross — the atonement — sufficient time in my children’s mouths, to create a taste for its personal yet cosmic significance. I delighted in finding ways to illustrate and build to the days on the church’s liturgical calendar of both crucifixion and resurrection, each year of their discipleship. More than just touching their palate, through the reading of the Bible stories and other books, I wanted them to join me in savoring its fullness and know lasting satisfaction through employing every sensory aid:

92A4E77A-68B7-4507-81AB-77DA1E4BCEDB-3310-0000086EBCF5FE1D     My Jamaican heritage was a big boon, as I came into marriage and parenting already equipped with a tradition of baking Easter buns for Holy Week — a descendant of the British ‘Hot-Cross Bun”. Observance of the entire Lenten season had been culturally ingrained, from my primary school days, when the bell of St. George’s Anglican Church next to our school would toll at noon, bringing all play to a silent halt, as we were required to stop and offer up prayers for a few moments…on pain of punishment! Though I thus learned the folly of trying to instill genuine piety by draconian measures or force of any sort, there was still something special about the ‘big deal’ made about the season: the way the school schedule was altered to accommodate Friday Lenten assemblies in the mini-gothic styled chapel with its resounding pipe organ. The seasonal observance of eternal verities represented in t2016DE0D-77AE-4D23-868D-338158699313-3310-00000870DF6B00CAhe church’s liturgical cycle were socially and culturally grounding. Silently filing across the alley, grade by grade, into the cool dark-stained pews with our mantillas or jippa-jappa straw hats in place, the grand worship anthems, the Scripture memorization, even the rector’s unusual garb, and high sounding words, secured us and steadied our world.

     Though I was “not in Kansas anymore” I wanted to give my best shot at providing our children the same foundation in a world that was already beginning to reel dangerously off-course. I definitely went for ‘winsome’ in establishing Easter/Lenten observances in our home and schooling. So, the year that Ray Boltz’s song “Watch the Lamb” was popular on Christian radio, I designed a bulletin board as a green landscape on which we added tufts of white cotton-balls and black mini- pompoms, representing sheep, for all F4797B99-468B-4D86-BC57-5BAF5A237B73-3310-0000086F22C291C6forty days of Lent until Holy Week when the One Perfect Lamb (Jesus) came and died and would be represented by the cross atop the display’s green hill. Another year it was construction paper stepping stones, tracing the path of Christ’s Passion through the streets of my stylized sketch of Jerusalem, inspired by Sandi Patti’s “Via Dolorosa”.

     As we waited in a motel for our home to be built one year, with the children all under 10, we memorized great hymns such as “O Sacred Head now wounded” and “ A mighty fortress is our God”, having listened to the story of their composition and Joni Eareckson Tada’s rendition of it on CD. Another favorite activity around music, which I borrowed from Rebecca Hayford Bauer, was to illustrate hymns: One particularly suited to this was,

83731D67-FB71-436E-9A22-F166F8A18A04-3310-0000086EF4789B8D     There is a green hill far away, without the city wall

Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all.

     I would write the hymn out on ruled, over-sized flip charts (available from teacher supply stores) and leave blank spaces for the children to draw in ‘picturesque’ words like ‘green hill’ and ‘city walls’. It was then great fun to sing from our self-illustrated charts for the rest of the season. Not to mention the teachable moments afforded by having to explain why you may not draw a brown ‘bear’ for the line,

We may not know, we cannot tell, what pains He had to bear,

     As the children matured, I searched in catalogues and Christian bookstores for more personally engaging activities and certainly took advantage of ready-made activities such as the now commonly known Resurrection Eggs. But beyond such aids I encouraged reflective pastimes such as capturing, through drawing or painting, any scene from the Passion of Holy Week, making sure to engage in the activity myself, as well as encouraging Dad to do the same. Deep and meaningful conversations came from this, as we discussed choice of drawing styles, colours, perspective and the significance of selected scenes, at dinner and at other times of sharing throughout the season.

ae497544-480e-4e2d-9b81-12a3278c6350-3310-0000086be71f62f0.jpg     It’s also a good idea to make sure to offer media in which everyone can have opportunity to shine, so everyone can be affirmed in their bent or gift —writing a poem or a song, doing a dance or dressing up in a representative costume, creating a Lego figure — keeping the theme and message of the season a priority.

     An important message to give to our children, especially in these fractured times of our society, is that of the oneness of the Church around the fact and significance of Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection:

73D8FC50-1F6D-427B-AA70-E56193E91B7C-3310-00000870F8CB0AA86321DF1E-BA73-4D78-8959-39D868EB08B5-3310-0000087172D81542     Visit other churches during Lent and Holy Week — find the Passion plays, the Maundy Thursday services re-enacting the Last Supper, host Jewish Seder meals with the goal of highlighting how Christ’s atoning work was pre-figured therein; attend the Tenebris service in which more traditional Methodist churches still cover all decor, lighting, altar and communion table items with black cloths to mark the Light of Christ being gone…until resurrection Sunday when all is flower-bedecked and glorious! Other churches go ‘all out’ re-creating the scenes and period of ancient Jerusalem, producing elaborate musical re-enactments with live animals and special visual effects, culminating in a Gospel presentation.

71746de9-36dc-48c2-9060-49c2a36dc9be-3310-0000086d516949bd.jpg     Our family discovered our current place of worship and fellowship through one such church/community outreach activity: each Holy Week volunteers of the church set up the Fellowship Hall to represent aspects of Christ’s Passion or Holy Week; stations of the Passion if you will — A circle of seats with basins and towels and members willing to re-enact Jesus’s example of humble service in washing the feet of others; a Garden created by potted palms and other shrubbery, re-presenting Gethsemane, providing a quiet space to pray through deeper surrender to Christ’s lordship; a table with crowns of thorns, or nails… etc. each station having a relevant guided prayer activity.

     By far the most popular activity is always the massive cross fashioned from two railroad ties, on which participants may nail notes on which they have written down besetting sins or other burdens they wish to ‘leave at the cross’. The periodic sound of the mallet pounding nails into the cross remind all in that hallowed space of the fact of our forgiven sins and the lavish price paid.

    wooden-cross-3262919_1920Having the chance to serve again last year, I was assigned a place to hand out the prayer activity guides and from that vantage point had opportunity to observe folks nailing their notes of sin to the cross. As I prayerfully watched I noticed the determined efforts of a friend’s young daughter to nail her note to the cross and thus gained fresh perspective on the Atonement, I wrote:

Where the Beams Meet

She gently knelt where the beams met,

Pink hair-band restraining black hair.

The yellow ‘Post-It’ she carried

Held words she had written with care:

‘t’s and ‘i’s crossed and dotted,

Confessions of a seven-year-old;

“Bring them all to the Saviour;

Lay them down; nail them there”, she’d been told.

She selected a nail and a mallet,

A struggle disfiguring her face:

How to juggle it all in two small hands;

Fill this task, ‘leave your sins at this place’.

She laid down the pen and her Bible,

And on a spot not yet claimed,

She set out to post her own sin-load,

On the rail-ties now crucifix named.

The mallet proved unwieldy;

Its weight too much to bear?

But no, she was determined

To nail her sin-load there.

Again and again she attempted,

The nail slipping this way now that;

Its tip barely entering the rough wood—

Barely making a scratch.

She repeated her effort till finally

The large nail stood upright,

The note pierced, frail and helpless

Lay precarious, but held tight.

She rose with a smile of contentment,

Surveying the work at the cross.

Never that day realizing

The sermon her actions had taught:

I considered how daily I wrestle

To mortify deeds of my soul—

How like an inadequate vessel

What’s poured out ne’er quite fills the hole.

My efforts to earn my salvation

Futile and frail limply lie,

When already, through Jesus, my pardon,

Stamped and sealed, sits eternal on high.

In the examen of my evening,

Do I proudly my hands dust clean,

Thinking, “There, my atonement’s accomplished.”

As I, satisfied, view the scene?

When His last “Tetelestai”

Is what accomplished the task.

All I need do where the beams meet

Is humbly bow and ask.

— DSA (Lent 2018)

     And all this before the glorious culmination! — the Father’s gracious act of acceptance of Christ’s propitiation— the Resurrection! This Easter may you lead your family and friends into the glorious art of telling the Story again and again: articulating and animating Truth, Life, and Light, in the dark places of this world God so loves.

Author: Denise S. Armstrong

e teacher. She gratefully enjoys a thirty-years-strong marriage, which has joyfully produced three offspring. Jamaican by birth, Denise's work reflects her family’s cross-cultural journey. She is a blogger in poetry, short-form essays, ethnic sketches and musicals. Her work has also appeared in The Caribbean Writer--a literary publication of the University of the Virgin Islands, on SA Radio Cape Pulpit’s – ‘Voices of Change’, as well as on Jamaican television. She considers herself privileged to be a contributor to one of today’s most exciting online communities of Christian artists—The Cultivating Project. At present, she resides in Europe.

6 thoughts on “Observing the Atonement (Without Crucifying Someone)”

    1. Dear Hannah, so good to know you are still reading here! May you sense His presence more than ever before this season of remembering Jesus’s great work on Calvary and the Father’s acceptance of it in the resurrection. Love And continuing prayers!


  1. This piece is simply Easter beautiful. Full of many practical ideas for helping children (as well as the child in each one of us adults) to enter more deeply into the mysteries of Jesus’ sufferings, death and resurrection.) In her writing, Denise has such a fresh perspective on all manner of things spiritual. She opens new windows for my mind, new doors for my soul.

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    1. Thank you Ellie!
      The glorious beauty of what our Heavenly Father did through Jesus is well worth our every effort to search out, savour and share. But I know you already believe and seek to live this Ellie. Blessings on your and Bill’s observance of Christ’s atonement this Easter.


  2. Denise, thank you for sharing all these resources, and especially that poignant poem–the image of that small girl determinedly nailing her paper to the cross is one I will be pondering for awhile. For some of us it does take determination, doesn’t it, prone as we are to keep taking it back and beating ourselves up with it! But to leave it there, with determination, as she did–I’ll be pondering that as we march toward Holy Week. Thank you, friend!

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  3. Hi K.C.!
    You are so welcome! Of course you know how much you have poured into this well. Actually, it was an oversight that caused me to neglect to link to both your book, The Circle of Seasons and Rebekah Bauer Hayford’s Seasons of Praise. As soon as I get some reliable technical assistance I will adjust. Blessings on your observance of this holiest of seasons.


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