This is a devotional reading I recently found. It is written by one of my favorite christian choral music arrangers - I think it's very good. I copied it from Randy Vader's website.

It Is Still A Wonder

This is a time of remembrance when the Body of Christ around the world observes the events that led to the last week of the earthly ministry of Jesus, the Christ. This is a time of triumph and tragedy, devotion and deceit, discipleship and denial. This is the season of the Cross. The journey that began before the foundation of the world, measured in terms known only in eternity, was finally measured in the tortured footsteps of the Master as He made His way to Calvary.

Calvary. It may seem that all of this occurred on a hill too far away, too far removed from our life to speak to us and our need for this great a sacrifice. We cannot stand in the distance and expect to experience the magnitude of the Cross. We must draw near. We must face what we can never understand. We must confront the ravaged, spotless Lamb to gain just a glimpse of our stain of sin. The Cross cannot be explained away. The Cross cannot be ignored. The Cross cannot be stripped of its cruelty and shame. The Cross cannot and will not be denied. We must approach and bear personal witness to the reality of the Cross to remove the slightest shred of doubt. To know once and for all - this must be true - this could not be myth or legend - for it is impossible to imagine the unthinkable.

He was wounded for our transgressions. He was bruised for our iniquities. The chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5

The invitation stands. . .come survey the wondrous Cross.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

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.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Issac Watts

Reading from Randy Vader and John Fischer
On A Hill Too Far Away