My Jesus, Your
tormentors enlisted a Simon of Cyrene to help You carry
Your cross. Your humility is beyond my comprehension.
Your power upheld the whole universe and yet You permit
one of Your creatures to help You carry a cross. I
imagine Simon was reluctant to take part in Your shame.
He had no idea that all who watched and jeered at him
would pass into oblivion while his name would go down in
history and eternity as the one who helped his God in
need. Is it not so with me, dear Jesus? Even when I
reluctantly carry my cross as Simon did, it benefits my
soul.
If I keep my eyes on You and watch how You suffered, I
will be able to bear my cross with greater fortitude.
Were you trying to tell all those who suffer from
prejudice to have courage? Was Simon a symbol of all
those who are hated because of race, color and creed?
Simon wondered as he took those beams upon his
shoulders, why he was chosen for such a heavy burden and
now he knows. Help me Jesus, to trust your loving
Providence as you permit suffering to weave itself in
and out of my life. Make me understand that You looked
at it and held it fondly before You passed it on to me.
You watch me and give me strength just as You did Simon.
When I enter Your Kingdom, I shall know as he knows,
what marvels Your Cross has wrought in my soul.
Amen
