My Name Is Malchus
I, Malchus, am not remembered for anything that I did.
Rather, I am remembered for what was done to me.
Not agreeable to many, but I was doing my job.
In so doing, I was attacked viciously by Peter
who quickly drew a sword and 'cut off my right ear'.
Peter, a disciple of Jesus, but intemperate in character.
Sure, he loved his teacher, but such defense wasn't necessary.
Fortunately, Jesus firmly rebuked Peter and 'healed my ear'.
Why, even in the name of religion, must we behave so violently?
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