One winter night, a stranger came to Dave's house to ask if Dave would take him up on the mountain. The trip would be quite dangerous on this snowy night, but the stranger seemed desperate to see the cross, so Dave and the man set out for the mountain. As they drove, the man explained why it was so important.

The night before, the man had set out in his small plane to fly from Atlanta to Birmingham. He was in despair over his chaotic life, and he was considering running away from his problems, or even suicide. That was why he had risked flying in such dangerous weather. As the man contemplated his two, equally bleak options, a snowstorm overtook him. He became lost and panicked. The man radioed for help, but he couldn't tell his helpers where he was. The snow had eliminated all landmarks for miles around.

Then suddenly, from out of nowhere, the man saw a glowing cross in front of him. He assumed it was a hallucination. He radioed the local airport. They recognized the cross, and were able to guide the man to safety. Workers at the airport explained to the man the source of that cross that had brought him there.

When Dave and the man reached the cross he bowed and prayed before the cross that had guided him the night before. The man told Dave, " . . . I found my way back to God. I'll never be the same again."

That is what the cross has done for people through the centuries: It has guided them back to God.

Ronald Newhouse, Texas, USA

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