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Monday, September 1, 2008

@ 12:05 PM

the cross room

The young man was at the end of his rope. Seeing no way out, he dropped to his knees in prayer.

"Lord, I can't go on," he said. "I have too heavy a cross to bear."

The Lord replied, "My son, if you can't bear it's weight, just place your cross inside this room. Then open another door and pick any cross you wish."

The man was filled with relief. "Thank you, Lord," he sighed, and did as he was told.

As he looked around the room he saw many different crosses; some so large the tops were not visible. Then he spotted a tiny cross leaning against a far wall.

"I'd like that one, Lord," he whispered.

And the Lord replied, "My son, that's the cross you brought in."


no cross is heavy, cos Jesus' was the heaviest - it carried the whole world
just sometimes i feel my whole world's caving in, but never realised that my world was so small.
my cross is just a burden, but not the cross i should be carrying.

dear God, i need a heavier cross.

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