The Way of the Cross
Once, on the road of this life, I was a leper.
Today I am clean — and I did not go spreading the news,
except to speak of the grace that saves,
and only when the moment was right.
Like Peter, I have lived at the extremes:
headlong one hour, holding back the next,
full of faith, and a failed pretender.
From here on, the Spirit leads me.
I have been made new,
and I am walking toward what was promised.
And still — everything looks lost,
though I have done all that was asked of me.
The facts do not match the character of the living God.
None of it adds up!
Yet God does not contradict Himself,
even when He hides the road.
So there is nothing left for me
but to suffer this cross alone,
that I may truly raise again
what has become, today, my trial:
unending, solitary, punishing, uncertain, unresolved…
Yet what waits on the other side
is life eternal — and, for now, a foretaste —
where joy is pure at last:
peace, gladness, and wholeness.
O God!
This cross is the thing I want most!
