Look upon your master prostrate on the ground. Review each pain, each ache, look long, let it not be a casual glance. Come and touch. His body is both clammy and burning with pain. Come and realise that this is our Jesus, and after having looked and loved and wept, burn with a desire to suffer something for him and with him.
We may fall under our Cross, but we will not fling it away, and if indeed we fall we will rise again by God’s power.