As they led him away, they seized Simon from Cyrene, who was on his way in from the country, and put the cross on him and made him carry it behind Jesus.
This specific event in the passion of Jesus always puzzled me. It struck me as a detail of great significance, but I couldn't really grasp what it meant. Until one conversation with Yuklid in the bus. It was after the high school camp and he was sharing with me how he was touched after watching that very same scene in the movie, Passion of the Christ.
I've always wondered why Simon had to carry the cross, and why Jesus allowed it. Though technically He didn't ask for it, I wondered why Jesus let someone "help" Him with what was supposed to be His sacrifice?
In this season of my life, I find myself asking essentially the same question. I know that Jesus' cross is enough for me and is all that I need, but why do I still find myself wanting? The cross is Jesus' complete expression of His love, but why doesn't it help with my pain? Why don't I feel like He's loving me?
What Jesus said in " Luke 14:27 And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple. " comes to mind every time.
Why do I still have to carry a cross? It's too heavy.
Yux said something important that hit me (obvious as it may be, I missed it) when we carry our cross, all we see is the cross we're carrying and forget that Christ is also right there.
I was too focused on my cross. I didn't realize that though I am carrying my cross for a time, at the end of the day, Jesus is still the One crucified and not me.
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