It’s a striking image: Jesus, the Son of God, too weak to carry His cross. 
 
Exhausted from beatings. Weighed down by the burden of wood, of flesh, of the sin of the world — He stumbles. And then, out of the crowd, a man is pulled. Simon of Cyrene. A bystander. Not a disciple. Not a volunteer. He is chosen by force to carry the cross of Christ.
 
And just like that, Simon becomes part of the gospel story. 
 
Imagine witnessing your friend, brutally mistreated, unjustly condemned, now collapsing under the instrument of His execution. Then imagine being asked to carry it with Him — not metaphorically, but literally. Shoulder to shoulder. Step by step. Toward Golgotha. 
 
It’s almost too much to fathom. 
 
But in many ways, this is the reality of every human life. 
We carry one another — and we must. 
 
At some point, all of us will reach the edge of our ability — physically, emotionally, spiritually. And when we do, we will either collapse under the weight of self-sufficiency, or we will receive grace through the presence of another. 
 
Christ didn’t resist the help. 
He welcomed it — not as failure, but as fulfillment. 
 
Even in His weakness, Jesus teaches us to walk in humility. 
Even in His need, He reveals the glory of shared suffering.