Cross #11.4021


The cross was given to me by a friend.  I did not mind it as it looked to me just like an ordinary cross.  However as days, weeks, month passed, I felt an urge to take a new look at it.  I read the little pamphlet that went with it,  and easily identified myself with the flawed cross. I cried a bucketful. That is the beginning of my desire to turn to God again.