Looking at the Scriptures in the accounts of Jesus’ journey to Skull Hill can be an uncomfortable thing. I suppose that is as it should be. But I also know that sometimes I can be de-sensitized to the cruelty that Jesus endured.
In the 19th chapter of John, I read that, after the awful scourging, Jesus was made to pick up his own cross and carry or drag it toward his destination.
But, as I read the words, I cannot help but recall Jesus’ call to follow him and how he said that I must take up my cross and follow. He was the one bearing the weight of that cross directly on the open wounds of his back and shoulders.
And then it dawns on me. Continue reading My Cross to Bear