"Christ The Spoiler of Principalities And Power"

"To the eye of reason the Cross is the centre of sorrow and the lowest depth of shame. Jesus dies a malefactor's death. In the midst of mockery, and jest, and scorn, and blasphemy, He gives up the ghost. Earth rejects Him, and lifts Him from her surface, and heaven affords Him no light, but darkens the mid-day sun in the hour of His extremity. To the world the Cross must ever be the emblem of shame; to the Jew a stumbling block, and to the Greek foolishness. How different, however, is the view which presents itself to the eye of faith. Faith knows no shame in the Cross, except the shame of the sin which nailed the Savior there; it sees no ground for scorn, but pours contempt on all despisers. Faith sees, indeed, a dying Savior, but it beholds Him bringing life and immortality to light at the moment when his soul is eclipsed in the shadow of death. Faith regards the Cross, not as the emblem of shame, but as the token of glory. The sons of Belial lay the Cross in the dust, but the Christian makes a constellation of it, and sees it glittering in the seventh heaven." -CH Spurgeon

There are subtle teachings coming from within the ranks of the Church that are weaking the truth of what Christ accomplished on the Cross. Men like Brian McLaren have said things of the Cross that grieve my heart. Brian called the Cross "false advertising", if we declare that Jesus was given by the Father for the payment of our sin.
How can any one who calls himself a pastor, not speak with the greatest reverence for the Cross.
Charles Spurgeon captures here what the heart of the Christian should be. We surely should feel ashamed of our sin, which is why Christ gave Himself to be crucufied. But as Paul says, "God forbid that I should boast save in the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world." So too we should glory in the Cross of our Savior and King, Jesus Christ.
What a Cross it is.

"Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me." -Issac Watts, WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS