What We Carry to the Cross

"What we carry to the cross, He carries too."

There are moments in life when joy feels out of reach, when grief takes up more space than words can carry. In those moments, especially when things are ending—relationships, seasons, even the life of a church—it’s easy to wonder if anyone truly understands. But the cross of Jesus tells a different story. It tells us that God doesn’t watch from a distance. He enters into our pain. He walks into the garden of sorrow and carries the weight right alongside us. Jesus doesn’t ask us to pretend or push through—He invites us to be honest, to weep, to let Him meet us exactly where we are.

When Jesus carried the cross, He carried more than just wood. He carried betrayal, abandonment, loss, and the quiet ache of unanswered questions. He carried everything we’ve ever felt and everything we’re holding right now. And even in the darkest hour, hanging between two criminals, He was still giving grace. Still forgiving. Still holding space for someone the world had already written off. That kind of love doesn't disappear. It lingers. It meets us in hospital rooms and empty sanctuaries, in quiet goodbyes and uncertain futures.

The good news is, we don’t have to carry our grief alone. Whether you’re losing a church home, navigating heartbreak, or just feeling the weight of a thousand little losses, Jesus is with you in it. Not just symbolically—but personally, gently, and fully present. What we bring to Him—our sorrow, our confusion, our exhaustion—He doesn’t reject. He carries it. Every bit. And when it feels like everything is ending, He reminds us that resurrection always begins in the dark.