My Jesus, it seems to
me, that as God, You would have carried Your cross
without faltering, but You did not. You fell beneath
it's weight to show me You understand when I fall. Is it
pride that makes me want to shine even in pain? You were
not ashamed to fall- to admit the cross was heavy. There
are those in world whom my pride will not tolerate as I
expect everyone to be strong, yet I am weak. I am
ashamed to admit failure in anything.
If the Father permits failure in my life just as He
permitted You to fall, then I must know there is good in
that failure which my mind will never comprehend. I must
not concentrate on the eyes of others as they rest upon
me in my falls. Rather, I must reach up to touch that
invisible hand and drink in that invisible strength ever
at my side.
Weak Jesus, help all men who try so hard to be good but
whose nature is constantly opposed to them walking
straight and tall down the narrow road of life. Raise
their heads to see the glory that is to come rather than
the misery of the present moment.
Your love for me gave You strength to rise from Your
fall. Look upon all those whom the world considers
unprofitable servants and give them the courage to be
more concerned as to how they stand before You, rather
than their fellowmen.
Amen
