cross and follow me. (Mark 8:34)
The cross that my Lord calls me to carry may assume many
different shapes. I may have to be content with mundane tasks
in a limited area of service, when I may believe my abilities
are suited for much greater work. I may be required to continually
cultivate the same field year after year, even though it
yields no harvest whatsoever. I may be asked of God to nurture
kind and loving thoughts about the very person who has
wronged me and to speak gently to him, take his side when
others oppose him, and bestow sympathy and comfort to him.
I may have to openly testify of my Master before those who do
not want to be reminded of Him or His claims. And I may be
called to walk through this world with a bright, smiling face
while my heart is breaking.
Yes, there are many crosses, and every one of them is heavy
and painful. And it is unlikely that I would seek out even one
of them on my own. Yet Jesus is never as near to me as when I
lift my cross, lay it submissively on my shoulder, and welcome
it with a patient and uncomplaining spirit.
He draws close to me in order to mature my wisdom, deepen
my peace, increase my courage, and supplement my power.
All this He does so that through the very experience that is so
painful and distressing to me, I will be of greater use to others.
And then I will echo these words of one of the Scottish
Covenantors of the seventeenth century,imprisoned for his faith
by John Graham of Claverhouse--“I grow under the load.”
Use the cross you bear as a crutch to help you on your way,
not as a stumbling block that causes you to fall.
You may others from sadness to gladness beguile,
If you carry your cross with a smile.