Simon peter

Simon Peter

My name is Simon Peter. I am one of Jesus disciples. Many looked up to me but I don't know why, because all I did when they put my Lord on trial was to deny I ever knew Him. I followed Him a far off, even when they crucified Him I could not bear to watch them do it. Yes, every one looked up to me, but all I could do is to run and hide like some coward. For three days I hid out, fearing for my life. That last night was the worst- I could not sleep. The knock at the door startled me. "O God! Have they come for me, too?"

The knock was not like a man would do it. Who could it be so early in the morning before daybreak? John got up from where he was-at least he had the fortitude to answer the door. There stood Mary, Joanna, and Mary Magdalene! What on earth were they doing, standing there so early in the morning?

Then they all started talking at once- "He's alive, He's alive, we saw Him. Come and see where they laid Him, Jesus is risen from the dead!" Hush, hush now, ladies- please! You are all beside yourselves. Women! They can be so emotional. They got themselves so worked up that they were no longer making sense. It was like a dream, or maybe some cruel joke. Who could have stolen Jesus' body? I lit out of there- wait till I get my hands on whoever did this! When I get there, they will know that I, Simon Peter, had been there.

I ran as fast as I could. I used to be pretty fast on my feet but I'm not as young as I used to be. From out of nowhere a man rushed past me. IT was John. He is always such a show-off! Anyway, he got to the tomb before I did and stood there at the entrance. I was out of breath by the time I arrived, but I saw the stone rolled away from the entrance, just as Mary had said. I also went on in, and saw the place where Jesus lay, but nothing was there but grave clothes right there where Jesus had been. Surely this was some kind of a joke. If they stole His body, why would they not have kept Him in the grave clothes? Something really strange was going on here! John then came in. We stood there totally bewildered as to what had happened that morning!

I had forgotten. I had completely forgotten what Jesus said that He would be crucified and in three days He would rise again. I put Him down for it. I told Him, "Not so, Lord!" I remember how He pursed His lips and said, "Get behind me, Satan!" I never knew how much like Satan I could be until I denied Him. All those feelings of guilt and remorse and sorrow came over me until I heard Jesus say to me Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?"

  "Yes, Lord," he said, "you know that I love you."
Then He said to me "Feed my sheep."