"All the way to the cross

Submitted by Jeanette Strech on January 24, 2013

I lived at the foot of Mt. Rubidoux when my grandchildren were growing up. They loved going out my back gate directly onto the path up the hill, and taking that long walk upward. One day when my grandson was five, on one of those climbs, I became tired and wanted to go back down, he replied "No, Nana, I want to go all the way to the cross." The cymbalism was not lost to me. Naturally we ascended to the cross!

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