“Anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.”
Luke 14:27, NIV
Imagine what it would have been like to be Simon, and to have carried the Cross of Christ while following Him up Calvary.
What would it have been like to have shared in the humiliation of rejection as He was cast out of the city?
What would it have been like to have felt the sticky warmth of His blood from the Cross on your skin?
What would it have been like to have felt the encroaching horror as the place of execution neared?
What would it have been like to have looked up through the sweat that trickled down your face, and seen the executioners who stood waiting impassively with hammers in hand?
What would it have been like to have the burden of the Cross lifted from your back as someone said, “This is His Cross; you’re free to go now,” and He was nailed to it, not you?
