The Great Reversal
I look out the windows of my small, country church at the rising sun on Easter morning. As the delicious smells waft up the stairs from where the men are cooking our annual Resurrection Sunday breakfast in the kitchen below, I notice how the dawning light outside is barely kissing the tops of the nearby mountains and painting the sky a golden glow. Clouds that let down a dusting of snow overnight now turn pale pink as the world wakes up to the start of a new day, a new week. Voices ring out as we welcome this special day with hope and hymn, the pastor then beginning his message for this our first of two services. He speaks of the journey of Peter's unbelief... of his quickness to claim and equal quickness to deny, of his tendency to cast himself as a failure when the Savior had nothing but acceptance for him, flaws and all. Of how fear kept him from living into his divine assignment and comparison got in the way of calling. And I can't help but think of something a wise rabb...
