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Peter’s perspective: the denial

Witnesses of the Cross series:

Peter’s perspective on denial

Everyone experiences high and low points in their spiritual journey. Mine are pretty obvious. The first high occurred while my brother Andrew and I were casting our nets out over the lake.  An ordinary-looking man walked along the shore and called to us.bare-feet-in-the-sand-2

“Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”

Andrew tugged on my sleeve. “This was the man I was telling you about. We have found the Messiah!”

That’s all it took. We rowed back to shore and left our boat and nets sitting right there on the sandy beach. My feet followed Jesus from then on. I never looked back–not till those awful days surrounding His death. Not even when my wife fretted over my long absences or when people ridiculed us for leaving our family business or questioned our loyalty to this remarkable rabbi from nowhere. Not even after Jesus’ rebuked me–and there are many times He did that! No matter which of my idiotic statements brought down a reproach, I still drew drew to Jesus. My feet kept moving wherever He moved.

But not everyone was as certain as I was about Jesus being the Messiah. And because I was so certain, I was afraid that He would be rejected–or worse yet, hurt, and God’s plan for redemption of our people would never come to pass. I made a habit of scanning the crowds and watching the sneering Pharisees. Sometimes I wore a sword, not because I was looking for a fight, but I sure wasn’t walking away from one. Continue reading

Judas Iscariot’s perspective: The betrayal

Witnesses of the Cross series:

Judas Iscariot and the betrayal

I was one of the chosen twelve, Judas, son of Simon Iscariot. I’m reliable, ambitious, forward-thinking. A real leader.

So it always -1362393633DMFbothered me that I was responsible and valuable enough to be the group’s treasurer, yet I wasn’t invited into the inner circle. I never saw the transfiguration. I wasn’t invited in Jarius’ house to watch Jesus raise his daughter from the dead. And there were so many times, when Jesus pulled aside Peter, James, and John and left the rest of us to do the more menial work. Left me standing with this rag-tag group of followers, refereeing Simon the Zealot and Matthew the tax collector, whose opinions differed on every front. Nathaniel, whose honesty was downright annoying. Thomas, whose analytical mind kept him from dreaming about the future–who was a wet blanket over every idea I offered.

I could see the future. I recognized the potential of Jesus Christ, so I got behind Him. He could draw massive crowds with simple storytelling and profound messages. He held babies and honored women. He reprimanded–and silenced–priests and demons alike. If there were ever a political mastermind, it was Jesus. He was mesmerizing. The destiny of this man–this prophet–was unlike any in our history. I had no doubt he would thrown off the Roman oppression, but my expectations were higher than that. He would rule the world. And I would be there, on the front row–maybe not in the top 3–but close. And knowing Peter, he would be the cause of some catastrophic mistake, and I would be ready to take his place next to Jesus. Secretary of the Treasury. If only I could wait it out. Continue reading