The burden was too much for Jesus to bear. Unable to take another step with it, He collapsed.
Merciless scourging had made His back a bloody pulp. Thorns, twisted into a wreath, stabbed His scalp like pins in a pin cushion. Blood oozed into eyes that had had to stay awake all night long through six trials of trumped-up charges.
Whether it was because they pitied Jesus or because they wanted to keep pace with their crucifixion orders, soldiers grabbed hold of a bystander. They put the heavy cross on Simon of Cyrene “and made him carry it behind Jesus” (Luke 23:26 NIV).
Even Jesus had a breaking point where He could not take it anymore. So, when we reach that place and need help to continue on, why should we be ashamed?
Another Perfect Daughter 
True. I admit that I am ashamed and that means that somehow I forget that I am not in control. Powerful thought, Judy.
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Silvia, I appreciate you because you are willing to look deep inside yourself and allow God to speak to you there.
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We’re together in this, Judy. I do love you and appreciate you, it’s quite wonderful to have this encouragement.
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