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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Take up your cross

“Take up your cross,” He said.


The day He told it to me, I was shocked,

And “No, never!” was my answer.

Why would He want me to suffer?

I never wanted to take that cross,

Even if He asked me to.


So I tried to ran away.

I ran and hid away from Him,

Far from His presence

So that He could never claim me

And ask me that burdensome thing.


But then I heard His voice again.

“Take up your cross,” He said.

I trembled in fear, for I had no faith

So I ran in the world to escape from Him.


In my escape, I wandered everywhere

And the world provided what I wanted

Luxury, fame, power, self-glory;

Yet my heart was empty.

What was missing? I took a glance

I saw the cross on the ground,

Waiting to be picked up.


“Take up your cross,” He was persistent.

I could not escape His call.

And so I walked and took the cross,

Ready to be crucified.

The cross was heavy and hard,

It almost crushed my shoulders.

But after some time, it became easier

Until it was as light as a feather.


I was amazed I paused for a while.

I looked behind and saw Christ

Who was the one carrying all the weight.

I asked, “Why Lord? This I’m supposed to carry.”

He answered,

“My child, this is My cross,

You merely shared in my suffering.”

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