So then, how can Jesus' cross be the one thing you've waited for all your life? Can it be that in the cross God has found a way to stop you from chasing other hopes and dreams, bad lovers, little gods, and all? Has God found a way to plant you where you belong in this old, dying world? Is Christ's ugly cross the very thing that will finally get you to belt out the old blues song with Etta James: "At last, my love has come along"?