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."
Lord replied, "My son, if you can't bear its weight, just place your cross inside
this room. Then, open that other door and pick out any cross you wish."
man was filled with relief. "Thank you, Lord," he sighed, and he did as he was
told. Upon entering the other door, he saw many crosses, some so large the tops
were not visible.
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 is the cross you just brought
life's problems seem overwhelming, it helps to look around and see what other
people are coping with. You may consider yourself far more fortunate than you
your cross, whatever your pain, There will always be sunshine after the rain.
Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall, But God's always there for us all.
father died in 1973, a few months before my 19th birthday. At the time of his
death my parents had been separated for some time, so after the church service
we all went to my grandparent's (paternal) house for the wake.
overheard my grandfather start to tell another fellow a story, something about
a man in heaven wanting to give back his cross, and I remember thinking to myself,
"He's going to start telling jokes - how off!"
as I listened I realised it was not a joke at all.
the years I have often thought of Pop telling this story, but I could never quite
remember exactly how it went... until now.