Under a sky broken with
Today I am thinking about words. How they spill pill out from the spring of the heart–Peter says to Jesus, after Jesus tells the disciples they will all , all , fall away–I shall not, though all the others do, I shall not.
As foretold he denys Jesus three times.
And Peter’s tongue reveals Peter’s heart.
Peter’s heart was pure–he wanted to be found faithful. His flesh was weak and eventually angry and maybe even frightened, and he didn’t even have a chance to contain the deluge of frothy words of denial.
Words. They make a person look two-faced, don’t they? So easy to be judgemental.
The heart is more complex than I thought.
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, oh Lord my Rock and my Redeemer.