I have not met a person without a cross.

Some with a large cross and some with a small cross.

Some with a heavy cross and some with a lighter one…

Some carry it without complaint.

Some cry in secret.

Some sometimes get tired on the road and rest.

Others carry it on their shoulders.

Others on their backs.

And others hug it. Tightly.

Almost romantically…

And some others drag their cross…

However, everyone carries something.

Everyone has something.

The point is not to give up.

The point is not to throw down your cross.

May the end find you, the passage, and your hands still hold the cross.

The cross that has been given to you.

That is the point.

And if sometimes you reach the “amen”, raise your eyes high.

Great cross, great Resurrection