The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach. ~Pliny the Elder
I have an older brother who basically ruined my teen years. He was a little on the wild side, so his shenanigans put a kibosh on my fun. I asked to have my curfew extended, but my dad said -you guessed it-
“Nothing good ever happens after dark.”
Truer words were never spoken on that fateful night in Jerusalem outside the Mount of Olives.
It was evening. Dinner was over. Jesus and his friends went to the garden to sing and pray.
Instead of a mountaintop worship experience, Jesus was met by a band of protesters, haters, and killers. His quiet night of fellowship with friends became loud with accusations and demands. Betrayed by one of his own inner-circle, Judas’s kiss sealed Jesus’s fate with an inky darkness.
But the tragic night became pitch-black for Peter.
He had started by wielding a sword in defense of his friend and ended in complete denial of his Lord and Savior.
Twilight to nightfall to darkness and gloom.
Have you been there?
You’re all about Jesus and his mercy, then you enter the doctor’s office and come out a total wreck.
Or you’re singing his praises while washing the dishes. Then you get the call that your teen was at a party with drugs and everyone is downtown.
You’re serving at the homeless shelter when your neighbor calls. Your spouse had a massive heart attack and was found dead in the driveway.
You were ready to brandish your sword, but now you just might fall on it.
This is not the time for decision-making.
This is the time to wait.
Judas made a fateful, final decision and lost the opportunity to see the brilliance of Resurrection Morning. Peter cried his heart out and beat himself up.
But he didn’t make a decision. He waited.
And he was there when Jesus assured him three times that he loved Peter no matter how dark the night.