Have you ever thought of the words "Lead me to the Cross"? I heard a song with those words in it. It got me to thinking that if I were a witness to Christ's walk up Golgotha, if I were to see his body having been beaten and all bloody; to see him struggle to carry the cross and then be dragged up the hill, how would I be? Would I just be a curious onlooker or would I be one of the mockers to taunt him to save himself?
No, I believe with all my heart, knowing that I love Jesus that I would want to follow Him and stay with Him until the end. But would I have the strength to do so? I know my heart would be breaking, I would feel too weak to walk on my own. Someone would have to lead me, or better yet, carry me to the cross.
I wonder how Mary had the strength to go all the way up the hill behind her son. If it were any one of my sons, I would try with all my strength to walk the course right beside him. To witness the cruelty Jesus suffered. I can't imagine watching my child go through something so horrible. It's bad enough when we sit by a loved one who's life is slowly slipping away from us. To know that Mary, Mother of our Savior had the strength to go on gives me comfort in knowing that only through the strength of God could she have made it up that hill. God offers that strength to us too as we walk through our daily lives. "Come unto me all you who are heavy laden and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
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