Station 3

Station 3

My Jesus, it seems to me, that as God, You would have carried Your cross without faltering, but You did not.

You fell beneath it’s weight to show me You understand when I fall.

Is it pride that makes me want to shine even in pain?

You were not ashamed to fall- to admit the cross was heavy.

There are those in world whom my pride will not tolerate as I expect everyone to be strong, yet I am weak.

I am ashamed to admit failure in anything.

If the Father permits failure in my life just as He permitted You to fall, then I must know there is good in that failure which my mind will never comprehend.

I must not concentrate on the eyes of others as they rest upon me in my falls.