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The Fifth Station:
Simon Helps Jesus Carry His Cross
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 |