I got it wrong – as usual.
He said he was going to suffer and die, to be rejected and killed.
‘But that doesn’t make sense!’ I said. ‘God wouldn’t send you to save us and then let you die. You must have got it wrong!’
I thought it was another test, he wanted to test our faith.
I thought he’d be pleased at my answer.
He called me ‘Satan’.
‘You’ll deny ever knowing me’ he said last night.
‘I won’t!’ I shouted.
I told them I had never met him.
‘If you want to follow me’ he’d said ‘you’ll have to take up your cross.’
A Cyrenian carried his cross; a man who’d never met him, never believed in him.
The women kept watch. They were stronger than I was.
He healed the sick, released people from demons, fed the hungry, stilled the storm.
Just for a moment, he made me believe I could walk on water.
But it is finished.
You can read about Peter and Jesus here and about the Crucifixion here.