And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.
A strange thing under the sun is crossless Christianity.
The cross of Christendom is a no-cross, an ecclesiastical symbol.
The cross of Christ is a place of death.
Let each one be careful which cross he carries. And follow me. Now the glory begins to break in upon the soul that has just returned from Calvary.
Follow me is an invitation, and a challenge, and a promise.
The cross has been the end of a life and the beginning of a life.
The life that ended there was a life of sin and slavery; the life that began there is a life of holiness and spiritual freedom. And follow me, He says, and faith runs on tiptoe to keep pace with the advancing light. Until we know the program of our risen Lord for all the years to come we can never know everything He meant when He invited us to follow Him.
Each heart can have its own dream of fair worlds and new revelations, of the odyssey of the ransomed soul in the ages to come, but whoever follows Jesus will find at last that He has made the reality to outrun the dream.
We're to follow Christ while carrying our cross. Our way of saying "no" to the old nature and "yes" to Him. In staying close to Him, we enter an increasingly new life — His.
Lord, I find myself trying to disguise that death-instrument cross in gold and redefining disciple to be less than a follower. Forgive me. I want to live a life of "no" to me and "yes" to You.