My Jesus, Your tormentors enlisted a Simon of Cyrene to help You carry Your cross.
Your humility is beyond my comprehension.
Your power upheld the whole universe and yet You permit one of Your creatures to help You carry a cross.
I imagine Simon was reluctant to take part in Your shame.
He had no idea that all who watched and jeered at him would pass into oblivion while his name would go down in history and eternity as the one who helped his God in need.
Is it not so with me, dear Jesus?
Even when I reluctantly carry my cross as Simon did, it benefits my soul.