FRIDAY, MARCH 27TH, 2015
by Lynelle Mason
excerpt from Simon of Cyrene
“I didn’t think too much about the man and his cross while I was doing it. What rotten luck! I thought. Now I’m defiled and won’t be able to participate in Passover.
Finally we got to the hill called Golgotha. I watched as there soldiers methodically went about their work. They nailed his hands to the cross beam and hoisted him to the upright post of his cross.
I took one final look at the man I’d helped. Our eyes locked and for a fleeting moment I felt engulfed in sorrow. I turned to leave when a strong arm grabbed me. “Thank you. My name is John and the man whose cross you carried was my teacher and friend.” I smiled, thinking, I’ve done a deed a friend would have gladly done. That makes it worthwhile. I glanced one more tie into the face of Jesus. There’s something disjointed about this whole affair and I intend to find out more about the man whose cross I carried.
When our cherished plans are squashed we scream, “Lord, why me?” It may well be God has something better to give us. Nightmares can be turned into fountains of joy.