I am Peter.
I am Peter.
If there was ever a person in the bible I can relate to, it’s Peter. I am Peter. In fact, I am the Peteriest Peter of all Peters.
Like Peter, I am impulsive. From shopping to serious decision making, I don’t mess around. That also includes my mouth. Nobody is as surprised as me by what comes out sometimes. And my temper? Oh Lawd. Just ask one of my family members. They’ve seen the wrath. Impulsive Peter, certainly did not beat around the bush. His quick temper was as fierce as a wild cat and even resulted in whacking off someone’s ear! I haven’t whacked off an ear yet, but y’all, I’ve thought about it. I really have. I’ve often prayed while I cut someone’s hair who was working on my last nerve, “Lord Jesus, don’t let this be the day I get in the busted paper for whacking off so and so’s ear.”
Like Peter, I get distracted. When Jesus transfigured on the mountain, it was something to see. Jesus’s face was as bright as the sun and His robe was white as light. Not only that, but Moses and Elijah (who had been dead as door nails for years) showed up!! Can you imagine the splendor? Peter, bless his heart, he couldn’t worship for getting distracted with a mission project. He was like “Wow Jesus, that is so cool! I think I’m going to start a building committee real quick and start on some shelters to help you glorify your glorious glory.” If that ain’t me I don’t know what is. Sometimes I just can’t seem to quiet my heart long enough to just… worship. My mind is always working on my next project. I need to just hush and listen to what God is trying to tell me. That still, small voice is drowned out by my endless and loud planning, and going, and doing, and talking, and fixing, and texting, and working, and driving, and drawing, and reading, and cooking, and cleaning, and….. and….. and…..
Like Peter, I deny Jesus. I can hear you gasp all the way over yonder, but as much as I don’t want to admit it, I do. I am every bit as guilty as Peter when I deny Jesus to be the Lord over ANY area of my life. I’ve certainly done that more than 3 times. It’s a constant struggle. I give Jesus one area of my life, then I will hold back another.
Like Peter, I take my eyes off Jesus and I sink. Within my own circus, sometimes I try to be the ring leader. “I got this” I tell myself. A few missed Sundays of church here, and a little more Netflix and Facebook there, instead of bible study time, and I find that before long I’m barely holding my nostrils above the water. I splash and spit trying to keep up and I wonder, “what happened”?! I took my eyes off Jesus. That’s what. Seriously ya’ll. It’s that easy.
As I write this blog, I realize that I identify with all of Peter’s short comings. Like me, he has more than a few. But between the typing, the blaring of my TV, the beeping of my phone notifications, and the screaming and carrying on of my kids, the Lord whispers this in my ear… and I manage to hear it.
Indeed I am Peter. Which also means…..
Like Peter, I AM impulsive. I’d bail out of any boat for Jesus! I love Him so much. I’m up for any job to serve Him! And you know what? Crazy is really just a bi-product of unbridled passion. If I allow God to govern my mouth and my temper, He can use my passion for His glory till the cows come home. Passion is a gift, it just needs to stay in check.
Like Peter I DO get distracted. But you know, I have so many amazing opportunities to serve Him, I just want to do them ALL! What a blessing! So many people go through life never knowing what they can do to serve. I’m so happy and thankful for the opportunities I have and for all of the passionate people around me that are excited and ready to work. I must quiet my heart and my life so I can worship and hear His instruction, so that I make the very most of each opportunity.
Like Peter, I DO take my eyes off Jesus and sink, but He reminds me to snap out of it!! Thanks to the Holy Spirit, whenever I neglect my time with the Lord and start to go down, I get this gnawing thirst in my soul. It is an unquenchable reminder that I need to get my crap together! Thanks to His grace, I’m always one sincere prayer away to getting my feet back on the water.
Like Peter, yes, I shamefully deny Christ at times. But, because of His MERCY, that’s not the end of the story, y’all… Thank you Jesus for dying on that cross for me! I will never, ever, get it together on my own, but thanks to the empty grave I am a victor!! I will never take for granted that NOTHING can separate me from the love of Christ!
Good gravy God is good.