This evening, while I was in the shower, my thoughts turned to the cross. I don’t know why, but suddenly, I could see it so clearly in my mind. There I was, underneath the cross, looking up at Jesus. He was hanging there, His body torn and bruised. His blood was flowing down slowly and painfully from His hands, His feet, His side, and dripping down the rough wood of the cross.

I could feel pain, and it hurt so deeply. There was nothing I could do but be there with Him. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to feel hopeful in that moment, because I knew that this was the moment the prophecy was being fulfilled—the ancient promise of salvation. I knew that in His suffering, the whole world was going to be saved, that through Him, eternal life would be offered to anyone who believes.

But in that vision, all I felt was sorrow. It was like the weight of His suffering was all I could see, all I could feel. The promise of salvation seemed far away, distant, overshadowed by what He was going through. I couldn’t ignore the pain He was enduring, and instead of hope, I just felt this aching sadness, this desire to do something, anything, to ease His pain. But all I could do was be there, with Him.

I know that He is calling me to hurt with those that are hurting. Just as He has been hurt.

I know He is calling me to bring those that are hurting to the cross on that hill so that He can help with their burden just as He does for me.

This is the greatest solution I can provide to all in my path.

Believe in Him.