What keeps many of us from fully engaging the Cross is our various levels of modern skepticism about its claimed reality.
Yes, I think I have bene operating at two levels most of my life.
Level I: I accept the clams of faith and agree to "convert".
Level II: I begin to see that it can hurt and then begin to ask if it is really worth it.
Level I is hardly faith at all, just going along with the pious thoughts and maybe good intentions. It is very superficial like icing on the cake of a comfortable life and a happy song to sing on Sunday morning.
Level II involves testing and deepening. It can be dark and painful. And shocking when it comes to realizing how shallow Level I really is.
ETA: Can you call yourself a Christian? I don't know. I think if we're working at self-denial and cross-bearing, being intentional because we are consciously trying to follow Jesus, then we are followers of Christ. I think that's the best we can do. This idea that we become this static entity that "is a Christian" can be unhelpful, I think, if we forget that it is a process. We are being transformed and that takes grace and can take time. I think it all comes down to the trajectory of the heart's desire.
I sure hope so and think you are right. Perhaps I have actually grown in my faith now that I am seeing, recognizing and realizing what a cross can actually mean. And I am in the process of negotiating it, wrapping my head around it, tasting it.
There is a prayer attributed to St Ignatius of Loyola:
"Take, Lord, receive all my liberty,
my memory, my understanding, my whole will,
all that I have and all that I possess.
You gave it all to me, Lord;
I give it all back to you.
Do with it as you will, according to your good pleasure.
Give me your love and your grace; for with this I have all that I need."
That is certainly not my prayer yet. I want my memory, understanding and will. My surrender is very conditional. And then so is the cross I am willing to carry. Like let me pick it.
I have been working on equanimity. I have been practicing doing things for other I would not choose to do. it is sacrifice. If I can do that in daily things, die to self with joy in practical things, then perhaps I can grow to endure bigger crosses.