The cross is where sinners feel the gravitational pull of Holiness. And only there.
The people who hanged Christ never, to do them justice, accused him of being a bore — on the contrary; they thought him too dynamic to be safe. It has been left for later generations to muffle up that shattering personality and surround him with an atmosphere of tedium. We have very efficiently pared the claws of the Lion of Judah, certified him “meek and mild,” and recommended him as a fitting household pet for pale curates and pious old ladies.
This life, therefore, is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness, not health, but healing, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise; we are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing toward it; the process is not yet finished, but it is going on; this is not the end, but it is the road. All does not yet gleam in glory, but all is being purified.
…[T]he Waodani are, as near as we’ve been able to tell, the most violent [society on earth]. … Virtually everybody’s ancestors were speared to death. We would ask, “Why did they do that?” “They were angry.” And that was the answer. It turns out that they had these two paramount values: egalitarianism and autonomy. And if something comes along to infringe your autonomy, this is a violation of the way things ought to be. And the way that one restores this sense of autonomy, this sense of control, is to kill.
Anthropologist Clayton Robarchek in the documentary Beyond the Gates of Splendor