On a hill, in the distance, was a white cross. Deciding that I wanted to get a closer look, I started walking in it’s direction. I focused on the cross and sought for a path that would take me up to it. I was walking from a southern direction and was coincidentally joined by 3 other ladies from a northern direction. The four of us exchanged pleasantries. While looking for the path to the cross, we found a sign that cautioned us: The climb to the cross would take approximate 10 minute – all uphill, with loose rocks and the possibility of rattler snakes!
Even though cautioned, we wanted to experience the cross and decided to continue on the journey together. As we found the path, the first thing I noticed was that it was very narrow. We had to walk single file. I called out to the ladies to stop while I took their picture. We continued on. The next thing I noticed was the amount of loose rocks that caused your foot to slip every now and then. Next, were several larger rocks that you had to walk around in order to continue upward. Then, we turned a corner and lost sight of the cross completely!
All of a sudden, truths exploded in my mind!
Remember how I shared that the path was narrow? It was too narrow for more than one person to walk up at a time. At that moment, I realized that my walk to the cross is personal. It’s between me and the cross. Someone else can’t walk with me or for me. It’s just between me and the cross.
I looked at the picture I took of the girls going up the mountain to the cross. Each of us were at a different “levels” on the path. One was high, one in the middle, another lower and I was completely at the bottom taking the picture. It didn’t matter where we were on the journey to the cross – what was important was that WE ARE ALL ON THE SAME PATH to the cross. It was okay that someone else was higher than me. It was okay that I was just beginning the climb. The cool thing is that we were on this journey together!
As we walked upward, my foot would slip on those loose rocks. That reminded me of the many, many times my spiritual foot has slipped while walking the way of the cross. We also faced those larger obstacles that we had to walk around. I’m sure you can relate to times when obstacles have been blocked your way to the cross – to becoming the person you want to be. Then, as we are heading in the right direction, confident on our journey, we turn a corner and lose sight of the cross completely! Does that ever happen to you? Have you turned a corner in your life and lost sight of the cross?
Never fear, my friend, it is still there. Look up – its just ahead in the distance. Don’t look back. Don’t turn around. Just keep climbing.
Tomorrow, we reach the top and sit at the foot of the cross. Care to join me?