Jesus with his cross, falling under its weight...and I am standing there feel drawn to lift it, to help, one more shoulder for a dying man...
Yet as I stooped to lift the cross, I felt his hand on my shoulder --and the words are spoken in my heart---
"Not my cross, but yours....
What? I am stooping to help you and now you want me to add my cross to your cross--my burden to your burden?
All I heard was...let me carry it to the top of the hill and plant it, and when I die, your burden will die as well--and you shall be free of it forever, and you shall find rest for your soul.
Could it have been a dream? The message of Good News of what God does for us in Jesus--not what we do for him?
Take it to the top of the hill, and plant it, and when I die--your burden dies as well and you shall be set free.
Just a dream.....
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