Jesus Falls the First Time
All the Heavenly Host look on in wondering sorrow as You fall under the weight of the cross. It presses on Your stinging shoulders and dares you to rise.
It is my callous, spiteful, lustful, wrathful, envious, faithless heart, ingrained in the wood of that cross, that crushes Your bleeding body. Oh Lord, it crushes me too, but I haven’t the strength to lift myself.
And so, You struggle on, carrying it and me, to Calvary. For You know that it is only on that bloody hill, that I will finally be released from this heavy burden.
You are determined that I should live free, despite what it costs You.
And now, I can hear You call to me, “Pick up your cross and follow Me.”
Gracious Lord, I cannot carry it myself. Help me!
