Have you ever watched someone fall? 
 
Whether physically, emotionally, or spiritually, there’s something in us that flinches — not just from the fall itself, but from the exposure. Weakness, after all, is something we are trained to hide. To fall is to lose control. To be seen as frail. To be reminded that we are dust. 
 
At this moment, we remember that Jesus fell. 
 
He, too, was fragile in His humanity. Weakened by beatings, drained by blood loss, burdened by the heavy wood of the cross, the Son of God staggered and collapsed. Not once, but repeatedly. His strength gave way, and He did not resist the fall. He knew what it was to be brought low — not in defeat, but in surrender. 
 
The eternal Word, who spoke galaxies into being, allowed Himself to be humbled to the dust He once shaped into man. 
 
This was not failure. 
 
This was love.