Lovest Thou Me

Lovest Thou Me? How Peter wept when he had heard those words Lovest thou Me more than these? The pain, shame and agony of the last few days had driven this fisherman trembling and shaking now to his knees. He had thought within himself, I will go with Him why I’ll go even unto the death, then circumstances presented themselves and a dreadful, terrifying fear overtook him shouting, “And what if what you’ve believed about Him is proved to be a myth? Yet, he had seen Him raise the dead and bind up the brokenhearted; he had witnessed funerals turning into a praise service as the angle of death from a widow’s son had departed. He saw Him on the Mount of Transfiguration as His countenance lit up the sky; he had seen this same Jesus when Lazarus was dead His face turned towards Heaven and great tears filled His eyes. He had witnessed how He fed the five thousand and caused the lame to walk, and his ears heard first hand as the blind eyes were opened and the speechless one’s lips began to talk. How this broken Peter wailed, “What kind of man am I that I could have stumbled so”? But on the day of Pentecost we see a transformed Peter preaching to the multitudes so fearless was he now that the Pharisees and devils had to let him go. It is this one true fact that this same Christ whom he loved so deeply was now living within his own heart, and His Spirit burned as an unquenchable fire that would from him never, no never depart. Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings