We
do not descend when we embrace the cross. We may taste the salt of our tears,
we may stumble under the weight of its burden, and we may bleed as the rough
wood bruises and blisters our skin, but always, we are raised up.
We
ascend to the plain where Love dwells and breathes pure unbounded Love upon the
world; to the height from which Our Saviour gazed upon his mother and his
friend; to the level at which all is changed through, with and in Him. We rise
above the confines of ourselves with all our weaknesses and frailty, straight
into the open arms of our loving God. We take up our cross and follow Him.
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