The Man and His Cross: Part 3

The story is basically writing itself now, so I will let it:) Please comment, and let me know what you think?   Should I keep going?

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The Man and His Cross: Part 3

“Come and see what?”  the man replied with a sense of anxiety.  The little girl thoughtfully replied, “We were created by God, who is infinite Mercy, infinite Justice, and infinite Love.  A long time ago our race turned against God, and thought they could live life on their own terms.  This created a great chasm between man and God.  God sent his only Son to us, so to lead us back to Him.   These people you see walking this path have all heard the Voice of the Son, and we are going to that hill way in the distance.  It is our Faith and it is our Hope that by following this path of Love that we all will be with God again.

Upon hearing the words of the little girl, the man found his gaze settling on a little flower.   He took in it’s simple beauty,  he was grateful inside for this little moment of recognition, and he found that he had the strength to follow the young girl back onto the path.   As soon as the man got back on the path he noticed the multitude of people walking along the same path.   Some smiled at him as they continued down the road, others avoided eye contact with him.   He noticed an awful feeling welling up from within his own soul, he began to feel angry and soon was overcome with guilt about how he had lived his life up until that point.

The little girl noticed the man’s anguish as he again  was struggling with his cross.   She smiled at him and handed him a red rose, it reminded him of a garden he lived in many years ago.   She said, “My name is Therese, what is your name?   The man holding the rose in his weathered hands and admiring  its bright red colors said,  “My name is Adam.”  Therese said to Adam, “You have a lot on your mind don’t you.”   Adam replied, “I see this path here, and I see these people carrying their cross, but it makes no sense to me.  I feel  weak, powerless, poor and wretched!” Therese smiled and said, “The lower we are, the more we attract God; on the contrary, when we lift ourselves up we go counter to that movement of love, that is why when you were laying back there under the cross I felt guided by God towards you, it was your calling out in humility that stirred God’s heart to reply to your prayer.  Now come with me, I want you to meet a friend of mine, Francesco.

Part 4 Coming Soon! 

Who is Francesco?

The Man and His Cross: Part 2

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A note: I am now writing this story on my own, as I have begun to tell the story it seems to have taken on a life of it's own.   I hope you enjoy it.   Thank you for reading.

The Man and His Cross: Part 2

For the first time in his life the man realized that he can’t do this on his own.  He thought of all the times in his life that he relied on his own power.   He remembered the sour fruits of those feeble attempts to make things happen for himself.   He remembered his addictions which provided a temporary escape from having to deal with himself under his own power.   Oh how he wished he could partake in some of those now to ease the misery just for a moment.   

No one had heard his cry for help, and silence had consumed his entire being.   He could still see the people on the path walking with their own crosses, but no one acknowledged him.    In the stillness the man heard a soft whispering voice, it said, “I draw all people to myself, and I make all things new.”   The man was overwhelmed with a sense of peace, and contemplated in the silence to himself.  This peace was more real than anything the man had ever experienced in his life, even more real than the burden of the mighty cross that had him trapped.   The man drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep.

Meanwhile, a young girl about thirteen years in age carrying a cross many times the size of the man’s own cross was drawn off the path as she saw the man sleeping on the side of the road.   She walked over towards him, and stopped right next to the man.  The man awakened to the little girl standing above him with her gigantic cross effortlessly held up in her right hand.   The man was filled with great amazement as he saw this small girl holding the weight of the cross in her tiny palm.   

She gazed at the man and smiled lovingly and asked the man, “Why have you tried carrying your cross all by yourself? “  She picked up the man’s cross and held it in her other hand and looked at him with an angelic smile.   The man stammered, “How? How? Are you doing that?”    The girl replied, “Oh that’s not me, I rely on His power.”  The girl peacefully gazed in the direction of the hill.  The man was able to stand up and looked in the direction of the hill.   “Who is the Man on the hill?” He asked.   The little girl replied, “He is the One who makes all things new.”  

The man asked, “How do I get to know this Man?  I believe I heard His voice.”   The girl gently handed the man’s cross back to him and he recoiled under its weight.  The girl saw how much the man was struggling under the weight of the cross,  she then looked toward the hill and smiled as if she was talking to someone else, she was bathed in a white light for a few minutes,  then she looked back at the man and with a knowing smile she said, “Come and see.”

The Man and His Cross: Part 3 coming soon!