One day, I grabbed a shovel and headed into my backyard so I could dig
up old coins and things and maybe make some money selling them on e-bay.
(like most great stories I started off looking for money but ended up
getting much more out of my little adventure into the backyard.)
I had been digging for about two hours and I started to get thirsty. I
was going to quit when I saw something that caught my eye. When I
looked closer I noticed that it was a wooden object and it was glowing.
I started to carefully dig around with my hands and I soon noticed that
it was a wooden cross about the size of a small tv. I thought this would
sell good because it looked really old. I soon grabbed for it... right
when I touched it I was transported to a mob scene. I started to get
real scared because there were what looked like Roman Soldiers and they
had huge swords and long ships. I was about to pee in my pants, and then
I noticed a man carrying a cross and my first thought was that the man
might be Jesus and that these really were Romans.
I recognized the cross that the man had and I realized that it was the
same cross I had found... but bigger.
Then I looked closely and the man did kind of look like Jesus. I am a
Christian and this is awesome to get to see Jesus. I started to get a
little happier because I knew how this story went. I knew that Jesus
would prevail in the end.
All of a sudden Jesus fell to the ground and soldiers laughed at him and
spit on him. I couldn't believe how real this was and how mean they were
to Jesus. He could have stopped all of this, but he didn't.
The Roman soldiers said they needed someone to carry the cross of Jesus
and I got real nervous when they looked toward me. Then, I did pee in my
pants I was so scared. The soldiers said that I looked like a fine lad
and was not too weak to carry the cross. So now, I had to carry it. I
will be honest with you, I didn't think I could. So as ordered, I lifted
that giant cross on my back and walked ten feet and fell face first.
They spit and laughed at me. I looked up to see the Roman soldiers. I
closed my eyes to pray and I saw the sweet face of Jesus. I knew we
could do this. I opened my eyes and realized that He was behind me, yet
He was with me spiritually carrying His cross. I carried it for about
two miles and then we stopped on a hill. I watched in horror as they
slammed those rusted bloody nails into him. Then they forced the crown
of thorns upon his head. I cried out when they stabbed him with a sword.
He screamed with pain. I started crying, and I don't mean regular
crying, I was balling a river.
Then... I awoke from my dream. I was lying in my bunk bed and Jesus was
sitting at the other end smiling.
All that I managed to say was, "What's so funny?"
He replied that he was just happy to see one of his children awake in
the morning. He showed me a picture frame that he had been holding and
it was glowing. It had me holding the Cross and he was behind me walking
with soldiers all around us.
He said," Thank you my child for helping me."
I said, "You are welcome and thanks for the picture."
He said that he will see me one day in Heaven after I have a long and