I am a fool. People look at me as if I am a fanatic…insane. I go too far. I ask too much of myself. I am a fool because of Christ. I hear His words to take up my cross and I consume them too deeply. How could I be so skewed to think that I need to die – to be crucified – with Him? Can I not see that the world offers so much…and this Christ so little? I guess not. I am just an old fool.