In the dark, quiet hours I draw still. I linger over the words of John... Matthew, Mark, Luke. Tears spill in streams. Surely the sound of heartbreak can be heard in the silence. Oh, that I could be Simon of Cyrene this day... to do something... something to bear the load of my own weight upon the back of the One who never failed.... the One who loved... this much. It's Friday. And my heart aches to breaking.
"Pilate therefore said unto him, Art thou a king then? Jesus answered, 'Thou sayest that I am a King. To this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth. Every one that is of the truth heareth my voice." John 18:37