It’s a short reading in my plan this morning . . . just 7 verses . . . 7 familiar verses . . . 7 kinda repetitive verses . . . something I might normally do a “read and go” with. But not this morning . . . this morning something (or, Someone?) caused me to pause . . . prompted me to hover. And what hits me this morning . . . as I read of Peter’s epic failure . . . is that He knows.
And after a little while the bystanders again said to Peter, “Certainly you are one of them, for you are a Galilean.” But he began to invoke a curse on himself and to swear, “I do not know this man of whom you speak.” And immediately the rooster crowed a second time. And Peter remembered how Jesus had said to him, “Before the rooster crows twice, you will deny me three times.” And he broke down and wept. (Mark 14:70-72 ESV)
Peter blew it . . . big time! Not once . . . not twice . . . but three times . . . three times he denies any association with the Master! And you sense it’s not just a sheepish, whispered, “Uh, don’t think I recollect every coming across Him” . . . but a pound your chest, call upon heaven to bear witness, “I never knew Him!” Like I said . . . epic fail! Three X’s from the judges . . . you don’t go on to the next round . . . the sort of stuff that I might consider worthy of disqualification.
But as I chew on it, I recall that Jesus knew it was going to happen . . .
Peter said to Him, “Even though they all fall away, I will not.” And Jesus said to him, “Truly, I tell you, this very night, before the rooster crows twice, you will deny Me three times.” (Mark 14:29-30 ESV)
And it’s not like Jesus knew just then . . . only 40 verses before it would happen. But Jesus knew when He called Peter to follow Him . . . He knew when He commended Peter for Peter’s declaration that Jesus is the Christ . . . He knew when He took Peter up the mount and permitted Peter to behold the Christ in His transfigured glory . . . He knew Peter would blow it when He entrusted to Peter the things of the kingdom of heaven.
Jesus, God incarnate, knew . . . and yet He still chose Him. He yet determined to reveal HImself as Christ to this rough fisherman . . . He didn’t alter from His plan to have impetuous Peter there with Him on the mount with Moses and Elijah . . . He didn’t waver from purposing to use this servant to gather to Himself His bride.
And as I noodle on the fact that He knew . . . I know He knows. He knows my epic fails . . . my less then best . . . my trip ups and crash-‘n-burns. He’s always known. And yet, He still called me . . . has patiently been conforming me . . . has graciously made provision for my “learning curve” with the ever-atoning, ever-cleansing blood of Christ.
And I think I get Peter breaking down and weeping . . . no minimizing the reality of transgressing against the Savior we love. But being reminded that He knew, and always knew . . . that He knows and yet still calls me to keep on keepin’ on . . . that if I confess my epic fails, that the blood is sufficient, that He is faithful and just to forgive my sin (1John 1:9) . . . to know that He knows, makes all the difference.
O’ the grace of God . . . to call such a one as I . . . knowing all He knows about me . . . and yet He desires to adopt me as His son . . . to use me as His servant . . . to determine, that despite my worst, and despite the feebleness of my best, His purposes will be accomplished in and through me. He knows . . . and He has always known. O’ what a Savior!
For His glory alone . . .