Here, here on Calvary’s way Jesus falls the first time.
Not yet exhausted, still alert to every pain, still quickened by the lash.
Tripped on a stone, perhaps.
Or stunned by a soldier’s blow.
Jesus struggles, he stands, he moves along.
Jesus, our brother, you have fallen with your cross.
We wonder if you have not fallen again in our own day.
Everywhere we see signs of human frailty:
in our church, in our nation, in our world.
We see dissension, controversy, angry spirits.
We are humiliated. Our faith begins to falter.
Help us to find you hidden in your frailty.
Help us to find you beneath the cross.
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