He Bore It All

I was wandering through the cool, sun-splashed yard, picking up the never-ending supply of dog poop, mind you, the perfect fodder and time for yet another heavenly blessing, when the thought made a crisp, clean, and smooth entry into my mind. Jesus bore it all. Not some things. Not other things. Not this. Not that. Not just that stuff over there. Not what he was in the mood to bear. Not the pretty stuff only. Not the hard stuff alone. Not slim pickings. No, not limited in any way. He bore it...