From the shadow of the cross, when Jesus was crucified, many watched – in amazement, in horror, in confusion. This is a narrative that imagines what Simon might have thought and felt.
32 As they were going out, they met a man from Cyrene, named Simon, and they forced him to carry the cross. 33 They came to a place called Golgotha (which means “the place of the skull”). – Matthew 27:32-33
Simon, the Cyrene
When I stood in the shadow of the cross, I was exhausted. Yet, I found myself ignoring the groans of my body and remained there, on the hill.
A few hours earlier, I had been standing on the street, watching a distressing scene of three men carrying their crosses, walking to their deaths. I didn’t know what their crimes had been and I didn’t care.
A young boy in front of me was mocking the three, especially the man walking in the rear. He was struggling with his cross and I could see why. His back was bloodied and his face was swollen. He wore a crown of thorns on his head. No wonder blood was dripping down his face.
There was a woman to my left. Amidst her tears, she was talking about his having healed her. We had heard the talk about a man who healed. Was this him?
When the men to be crucified reached our point in the street, the man in the back stumbled under the weight of his cross. The crowd gasped and all was silent as he struggled to regain his grip, but the cross was too heavy and the man’s body was too injured.
Soon the crowds resumed their mixture of cries and taunts. And then, one of the soldiers turned to look at the crowd. I wondered if he intended to silence them, but his eye fell on me and as he reached through the onlookers and pulled me from the crowd, I felt my knees buckle. What did he want with me?
And then I knew – I was to help carry the cross of the bloodied man. I couldn’t say, “no”.
As I reached the man, I looked into his eyes. Despite the tortuous path he had traveled, there was amazing strength within his gaze and I took energy from that.
When I shouldered the cross, I expected him to pull back and let me do the work, but it seemed as if he was able to find some reserve. Together we carried that cross, sharing the load.
In those first steps, I could only think of completing this task I had been forced to take and quietly slipping away once my job was done. Yet, when I found myself in the shadow of the cross, I couldn’t leave.
I found strength in his shadow and that power remained with me the rest of my life.
I thought I shared his burden that day and yet, somehow, I knew, he had taken all of mine.
Prayer: Loving God, we never know when life will call us to help someone shoulder their burden. Grant that we may see the need and willingly step up to be the support that might be so needed. We ask this in the name of Jesus, who calls us all to take up our cross and follow Him. Amen.
Rev. Dawn Carlson