On the morning of October 11, 2009, at the age of 52, I came to realize that although I lived what I thought to be a “good life" I was profoundly confronted with my brokenness. I started cutting small crosses out of driftwood collected by my wife over the years. It was challenging, because I had never done any woodworking. Plus, I didn’t have a deep, personal relationship with Jesus. After I ran out of driftwood, I pulled apart a pallet and began cutting more handheld crosses. As I cut the third cross, it struck me; the holes from the nails used to hold the pallet together were exactly where they would’ve pierced, our Lord’s wrists and ankles. In that moment, I felt as if time stood still. A clear vision and purpose was revealed to me. Pallets, made by men, carry things. God sent his only Son to carry the sins of man for those who believe and follow Him. This is why we call it The Carry Cross. All of this lead me to the conclusion that the missing piece to the puzzle of our lives IS JESUS. Nothing else will fully and completely satisfy our imperfect lives but our perfect Lord and Savior! Since then we have been blessed to put crosses in the hands of thousands of people all over the world. We have received hundreds of emails, voicemails, texts, and letters, and almost every one of them began with, "Dear Carry Cross, you have no idea..." The truth is we don't have any idea but we know who does. We have been blessed beyond measure to see God at work firsthand.