29/08/2026
Once there was a man who was constantly unhappy with his life. One day he asked God, “Why does everyone have to carry their own cross? Couldn’t You give me a lighter one? I’m tired of struggling every single day.”
That night, the man had a dream. He saw a long line of people walking slowly along a road, each carrying a cross on their shoulders. He was walking among them, carrying his own.
After a while, he became exhausted. Looking around, he convinced himself that his cross was longer and heavier than everyone else’s. So he stopped, took it from his shoulders, and cut a piece off the end.
Immediately, the journey became easier. With his shortened cross, he moved much faster and soon reached the place everyone had been traveling toward.
But then he stopped in shock.
A deep canyon stretched out before him, and on the other side lay the land of Eternal Happiness. There was no bridge, no path, no way around it.
“How am I supposed to get across?” he wondered.
Then he watched the people who had been walking beside him. One by one, they took the crosses from their shoulders, laid them across the canyon, and used them as bridges to reach the other side.
When his turn came, the man lowered his own cross toward the gap.
It didn’t reach.
He had cut it too short.
The man sank to his knees and wept bitterly.
“If only I had known…”
When he woke up, he never again asked God to make his cross lighter.
Sometimes the burden we are desperate to escape may be the very thing that prepares the way for us later.