A young man at the end of his rope groaned in distress as he prayed."Lord, I can't go on. My cross is too heavy to bear."
"My son, " the Lord replied with compassion, "if you
can't bear its weight, come with me to the cross room. There you may
exchange you cross for any other cross you choose."
Filled with relief, the young man sighed, "Thank you, Lord." Briskly
entering the cross room, he mindlessly discarded his own cross and
searched for one he'd rather carry. He saw many other crosses, some so
large the tops weren't even visible. After winding in and out of the
rows of crosses, he spotted a tiny cross leaning against the far wall.
"I'd like that one, Lord,"he whispered.
And the Lord replied, "My son, that is the cross you brought in."
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