Rise Up and Walk
The man who helped Jesus carry His cross. I wonder the conversation that might have taken place that we are unaware of; or even if there was a conversation of words at all, but instead just a glimpse of His beaten eyes and countenance-- that we "just know" the direction to go and walk-- in the direction that the mocking pushes us, the direction the beatings make us stumble toward, the direction that shoves us along the path of our lives which lead ultimately to the cross and death.
I wonder how many times that man was hit with punches, spat upon, and hit with stones aimed for Jesus.
I wonder how that must’ve changed His life when finally he reached the mount and Christ was lifted up. In the same way this man must’ve realized that when it was finished, he helped crucify the Lord and was once part of the crowd but now chosen to stand and join Him in the path of His sufferings.
I wonder how his friends that saw him must’ve reacted and what his words were in reply. Did he seize the opportunity to reply with what he gained from Christ during that walk or did he respond in ridicule and just join in with their mocking. I feel like that is why we don’t see many disciples, because few have walked with Him truly, few have a limp themselves and instead of walking and enduring with Christ they stand along the side and become one with the crowd and they become silent and afraid to speak for they too might suffer along with Him.
I find myself now still stumbling along, not clearly seeing the way; not having direction but that walking forward to the place of death His lamp shines before me giving me enough direction to see another step. His light reveals that I’m not “all that” but one chosen to carry my cross in His path. The jeering, the mocking, the suffering I see and feel and even when I’ve often stumbled the wrong way from the blows and decisions I’ve made. Even then, I turn and re-see His suffering and know the worth I’ve gained from it because He gave it all for me. Its because of this I can stay on the path, return even, and go it alone even if no “person” is pouring into my life, what He’s poured into me I can pour out to others. I think that’s what happened with Peter and John in [ Acts 3 ] when they encountered the lame man. They weren’t rich in money, they most likely only knew they were going to do what they knew to do at that point in their lives, pray. And on the way, this man cried out for gold and silver, which would’ve only satisfied him temporarily- yet Peter, being a denier, observer throughout Christ’s sufferings, knew what he had been given, he knew that thing God deposited in Him, so he poured out and into the lame man. Likewise, I believe there are a lot of lame people in the church that need to be picked up and realize what they’ve been given- someone desperately needs it.
I know where I’ve been and where I’ve come from and I remember that my sin held Him to the cross, not at my hands, but from His love that flowed along that road for all to see. I think its time for people to quit begging for things they don’t need and use what they have already been given. It’s time for others who use the word christian as a buzzword to get up, quit being “the lame man” at the temple. Either be a disciple or get out of the way and back into the crowds, its time for Christ to come through and show us the way.
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