“As Peter was below in the courtyard, one of the servant-girls of the high priest came, and seeing Peter warming himself, she looked at him and said, “You also were with Jesus the Nazarene.” (Mark 14:66-72)
Poor Peter. Jesus was upstairs and Peter was downstairs. Jesus being beaten, humiliated and mocked while Peter is trying desperately to blend in with the crowd and go unnoticed.
I have no stone to throw. Poor Peter.
There is no mention of any other disciple down there with him. Where were the others? Hiding, no doubt, like Peter, but at least Peter was hiding close by, downstairs of Jesus.
He loved Jesus, was loyal to Jesus, at one time boasted he was ready to die with Jesus (and I believe him), but now he is afraid, trying to cover his identity.
Something about him caught the attention of a servant girl. He didn’t quite fit in. He tried to fit in but he didn’t do as good a job of it as he hoped.
“You’re one of them!”
Peter denies it. Peter curses and swears. Peter weeps. Peter runs into the night to hide someplace else and to wait for news concerning the fate of his Jesus.
It seems like whenever we try to blend in we’re taking a risk, a risk of betraying our true identity.
I’m afraid I blend in too much.
I’m worried that the church is blending in too much.
Cultural relevancy is different than culture-adaptation. You can adapt so well that you betray your true identity. Poor Peter. Poor me. Poor church.