The Cross He Bears

The Cross HE Bears

At times it’s difficult for me to know that I, myself, cannot even strap on a cross necklace. Let alone bear the burden of the cross. I’m going to share a personal story that I found to be symbolic of the nature of the cross and how it applied to my life in this situation.

A close-up of a unique, industrial-style necklace pendant resembling a cross, crafted from metal components, hangs elegantly on a thick chain against a dark fabric backdrop, with the Evigilo Entertainment logo subtly displayed in the corner.

Thoughts & Symbols

I write this on a day that I cried out to God asking for deliverance from a very personal issue that has plagued me for my entire life thus far. I know how the enemy will attempt to attack one through wearing them down and much more, so I fell on my knees in prayer; begging for forgiveness for sins—even though I know that I am saved by my savior; Jesus Christ. I carried out my prayer, seeking a rebuking, binding and casting away of demonic forces and dark ministry that seek to steal me and destroy me through True Death; Hell and separation from God. I prayed for the breaking of strongholds, lifting of curses and I pleaded the blood of Jesus and His name in and over all things in my life, including protection.

After I was finished praying, I felt that I wanted to put on my cross necklace and of course, I fell short in the skill that it takes to do that easily. Sounds ridiculous, right? Trust me when I say that in reality, it’s not—The action for me was extremely metaphoric.

It’s a struggle to physically and simply strap on my favorite necklace; it’s a cool kind-of futuristic looking cross that was gifted to me. I find the uncomplicated process of fastening this (and every) neckpiece to be very annoying, actually. For whatever reason, the fight to succeed in this mild affair takes waaay too long and almost feels impossible at times—the hook and circular chain—whatever they’re called—are a great enemy of mine and I despise them (kidding, sorta). After or while I successfully buckled it (I don’t remember which) I came to the realization that this process/hardship was incredibly symbolic;

I understand that we do not bear the cross, we have someone who carries that cross for us. We are weak by ourselves. But we can help Him by opening the doors, clearing the way and helping others to find it in certain circumstances—so that they will eventually do the same.

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