As they led Jesus away, they seized a man, Simon of Cyrene, who was coming from the country, and they laid the cross on him, and made him carry it behind Jesus. A great number of the people followed him, and among them were women who were beating their breasts and wailing for him. But Jesus turned to them and said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. For the days are surely coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.’ Then they will begin to say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us’; and to the hills, ‘Cover us.’ For if they do this when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?” Luke 23:26-31
Gracious Creator the who walks with us
on the sunlit summer tree lined lanes
and the harsh snow blown uphill climbs
you are with us in our darkest hours.
Pain and loss break in to our good days
and prejudice and cruelty swirl about
danger seems to surround us all
yet even in death you stand with us.
You bore the cross for everyone
took on our pain and the abuse
you know the depths of our hearts
and love us every in every season.
Help us to hear your heart today
grow compassion in all of us
so that all who carry heavy crosses
might know the embrace of your love. Amen.
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