The size of one's cross

The other day I was with some friends

who helped me practice my French...

They told me of a cartoon that one of them had gotten...

Here is how they told it to me:

Everyone had a cross to bear on their shoulders;

one man in particular found his cross to be very heavy, very big.

So he asked for his cross to be made smaller

and it was,

by having part of the end of it cut off.

So he kept walking...

But he still found it to be too big, too heavy

so more of it, from the bottom,

was cut off.

And he kept waking...

But he still found it to be too much,

too heavy, too big.

So more of it was cut off for him.

He was finally happy.

Then he and the others came to a deep valley

that they had to cross.

The cliffs were so strait and deep;

there were no stairs

or ropes across,

no bridge at all.

The man with the lightest cross watched everyone else

put their crosses strait across between the

two walls of the valley and

the cross became their bridge.

But when the man with his lightened cross

was unable to go across,

as the length of his cross was too short.

May God comfort our hearts

in all things as we struggle through life with

what He gives us for our salvation.

As for the man in the story,

thank God for His mercy...

that the man

could still pray for mercy,

that his cross be restored to him.