When compared to the cross, all my perceived sufferings fade into insignificance.
I admit that I’ve been feeling sorry for myself this week. Life away from kindred-hearted friends–, life uprooted from a known and beloved eastern USA culture–, life without the comfort of my material trinkets–, life apart from happy and hurting family– is not the easy, grand adventure I had imagined when it comes down to the daily living of the life God has called me to for this moment.
Then I’m reminded of my college roommate who had just recently accepted Christ as King of her life. Whatever heartache she was enduring for the present moment, she would compare to the cross. She would say, “Elisabeth, this is nothing compared to what Christ suffered on the cross for me!”