If I am to follow Him, who suffered and bled for me, I must be on the right path if I am suffering for someone else. Short of a life dedicated to it, there is nothing bigger I am capable of. My tears at his pain and holding him as he slowly disappears each day is laying down my net and taking up my cross.
I'm not on the outside looking in, or feeling guilty over all the things I should be doing. I've been awakened to what a servant truly is. This is a privilege because I'm not longer wondering what MY PURPOSE is. The me from before is long gone.