The dark shadows of night filled the courtyard. Many were gathered in the stillness. Word was out that Jesus had been arrested and was standing trial before the high priest. Those who remained, couldn’t help wondering how this could be. Only a few days ago the city was on fire with His entrance. His preaching was powerful and at the same time filled with hope and love. It was different from the words they had become accustomed to.
For years the Jews had been under the oppression of other ruling governments, but here in Jerusalem they were at least allowed to worship the way they chose. They longed for the day when they’d obtain complete freedom, but in the meantime they waited.
The old rules regarding women were slowing being dissolved by Him. There was no discrimination. He spoke to the people as He did to the scholars in the temple. He gave hope of freedom from their enemies as well as victory over death. His message made them feel safe and relevant.
His most zealous disciple stood by the fire, warming himself. A servant girl recognized him as one of Jesus’s men. In the past, a woman would never have been so bold as to address a man, but Jesus changed that. Three times she asked Peter if he was one of Jesus’ followers. Three times he denied ever knowing him.
How could he? He was like a brother to Jesus. Now his brother was being silenced by the authorities and Peter wouldn’t even acknowledge Him. As night turned into morning and the events of the day that followed began to unfold, it became evident that we all deny our Savior at times – even the staunchest of us have been weakened by fear.
The sun began to rise and suddenly everyone knew that nothing would ever be the same again.