The cross. Unrefined, unpresentable, unsuccessful and ugly. Embraced with agony, pain and anguish. That’s what we are called to as Christians – taking up the cross – daily. I had coffee with a friend this morning – his mother is dying from cancer and he moved back to Colorado to be his mother’s caretaker. Everyday for the last 8 months he sees his mother suffer, he said it’s like someone torturing her. Jesus is ruining his life daily through this chapter. Ruined through Jesus – the life of the cross. Jesus consuming him, instead of him consuming from Jesus. I would rather be ruined by Jesus than by the world. When I loose my life, I gain it. Am I living with that perspective?