"Within the inner recesses of my spirit, God seemed to be speaking-directly, personally:
Carry my cross. It is an instrument of death. You must die to yourself in order to be a servant of this people.
For unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it cannot bear fruit. If it dies, it bears much fruit. This cross command absolute authority over all people, all history, all cultures.
Preach the cross! In it is salvation of this people: from drunkenness and despair, from broken families and oppression, from poverty and desolation. In it alone is their hope.
Remember, it is a rugged cross. Do not return to a tinsel cross. Take up my cross and follow in my footsteps, for I too chose poverty."
from, Companion to the Poor by Viv Grigg