The third Station: JESUS FALLS THE FIRST TIME.
Here You come Jesus, dragging Your heavy cross! My sins have added to the weight of that rough hewn timber biting into Your shoulder already raw from scourging. You're used to carrying heavy pieces of wood. You, a carpenter by trade. This task should be nothing for You. At the soldier's command You try to walk like a man, holding the cross upright, but Your body trembles and Your knees give way. The crowd laughs at Your humilation. No one comes to Your aid. How many times have I been embarrassed and wanted to hide from the ridicule of others? I wanted to look good, put my best foot forward but the exact opposite happened. I felt I could have died of shame. Not You! You get up! You grit your teeth and push Yourself up into a standing position. What motivates You Jesus? Is there something more than the soldiers stinging whip driving You onward? You turn and look at me and Your answer resounds in my heart:
"What I would not do,
for love of you!" ~Jesus