54 Then seizing him, they led him away and took him into the house of the high priest. Peter followed at a distance. 55 And when some there had kindled a fire in the middle of the courtyard and had sat down together, Peter sat down with them. 56 A servant girl saw him seated there in the firelight. She looked closely at him and said, “This man was with him.” 57 But he denied it. “Woman, I don’t know him,” he said. 58 A little later someone else saw him and said, “You also are one of them.” “Man, I am not!” Peter replied. 59 About an hour later another asserted, “Certainly this fellow was with him, for he is a Galilean.” 60 Peter replied, “Man, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Just as he was speaking, the rooster crowed. 61 The Lord turned and looked straight at Peter. Then Peter remembered the word the Lord had spoken to him: “Before the rooster crows today, you will disown me three times.” 62 And he went outside and wept bitterly.
Fire-light is not great for seeing things clearly. It’s shadowy, transient and unpredictable. It may be bright on one side and pitch black on the other.
Peter was sitting in fire-light the night he denied Jesus. He sat himself there. And in the shadowy light, he was able to lie about who he really was – a follower of Jesus. Or so he thought…
It makes me wonder… what ‘shadowy places’ do I frequent?
What’s my attitude like? What kind of language comes out of my mouth? How do I react to people? What kind of movies do I watch? How do I treat my kids? How do I speak to my wife? What kind of person am I when I think no-one is watching?
The thing is, there is always someone watching us and just like in Peter’s situation they are wondering “Isn’t he with Jesus?”
I want to be the man that, in every area of my life, steps out the shadows into the broad day-light and says “I am a follower of Jesus. Let there be no doubt!”
Lord, by your Spirit, please help me not deny You by the way I live. Help me live right, make right choices, and in everything I do glorify You.
Written by Boudy van Noppen