As they were going out, they met a Cyrenian named Simon; this man they pressed into service to carry his cross
Today’s entry will be brief, since I’ve written before about the embarrassment and even shame we feel at asking others to help us bear our cross. We think of friendship as a form of sharing in one another’s joy, but resist sharing our suffering and struggles, because we don’t want to be burdens. But at some point every true friend acts as Simon of Cyrene.
Love which shies away from carrying its Cross isn’t love in its fullness. But as the Gospel depiction of Simon of Cyrene suggests, a too-reserved, too-stoic love, which insists on carrying its Cross alone, also lacks in imitation of Christ.