From Peter
To those who follow the Risen Lord,
I wish I could tell you I stood tall that night. That I defended Him. That I stayed faithful.
But I didn’t.
I’m Peter—the one who walked on water, who declared Jesus the Messiah, who swore I would never leave His side. But when the night turned cold and the darkness pressed in, I folded.
We had shared the Passover just hours before. He broke bread. He gave the cup. He told us this was His body, His blood. He told us someone would betray Him. I swore it wouldn’t be me. And when He looked me in the eye and said, “Peter, before the rooster crows, you will deny me three times,” I laughed inside. That could never happen.
