Pete greets him and asks, “ How may I help you?”
“This cross I’ve been given is way too large and much heavier than I can handle. I’ve tried carrying it through life but it is just too much for me. I’ve seen other people’s crosses and they don’t have this much to bear. “
“Lean your cross against that wall by those other ones and let’s look for one more suitable for you.”
Walking through the winding labyrinth of aisles they disappear into the forest of crosses. They spend hours perusing in the enormous warehouse. There were crosses that were made of massive, heavy beams of timber and some that were so tall they nearly reached the ceiling.
He was about to give up when he spotted one in the corner. He became excited.
“I’ve found it! Finally, I’ve found it! This is perfect. This one is made for me. I’ll be able to manage this one just fine. Thank you so much Pete.”
“But Sir,” Pete exclaimed, “ this is the one you came in with.”