I would love to soar like a hawk or an eagle, unfettered by the pull of this world. Yet I can’t soar if I’m clutching a load that is too heavy for me. Soaring can only happen when I leave that burdensome carcass at the foot of the cross. I have to be rid of in order to receive; new strength for the road ahead, the ability to rise above the world’s troubles, to run without growing weary, to walk with unflagging energy.