Jaachi Writes

Understanding Why Peter Denied Jesus Thrice Most of us know Peter denied knowing Jesus, but we need to understand the setting for these denials to know what Peter was facing. Peter was with John and others (possibly the temple police and soldiers) in the courtyard of Caiaphas’ house while Jesus was on trial upstairs.  One of the high priest’s servant girls recognized Peter and said: “You were also with that Nazarene guy,” Peter replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, abeg” A second time a servant girl saw him and said to those nearby,  "This beard guy was with Jesus of Nazareth”. Peter’s reaction was even more intense. Dude denied again, even with an oat. He literary swore he'd never met 'that man' since Adam. Before Peter’s third denial, someone obviously heard him talking and remarked, “I swear, this guy is one of them. His intonation is obvious” Peter’s response is shocking. I quote the Bible... “He began to call down curses on himself and he swore to them...

This is an old yet beautiful story that's analogous to what our Savior went through. In the spirit of Easter, I thought it wise to share this story here. I hope you enjoy the read. Passion Of The Ragman (For Easter) I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for. Hush, child. Hush, now, and I will tell it to you. Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking the alleys of our City. He was pulling an old cart filled with clothes both bright and new, and he was calling in a clear, tenor voice: "Rags!" Ah, the air was foul and the first light filthy to be crossed by such sweet music. "Rags! New rags for old! I take your tired rags! Rags!" "Now, this is a wonder," I thought to myself, for the man stood six-feet-four, and his arms were like tree limbs, hard and muscular, and his eyes flashed intelligence. Could he find n...

MY JESUS, THE CRUCIFIED They spit upon His meekness, and struck Him in the face. They swung their whips with hatred and stripped Him in disgrace. Deep worked the Roman anger that tortured Him, a Jew. Yet this His groaning contemplation: “They know not what they do.” Just few days away When He rode an ass to town, His people cheered “Hosanna,” now they want Him crucified. How deadly their hatred and demonic jealousy. They freed the bandit Barabbas; to sentence Him, the Christ. He hung outside their city, where all Rabbi mocked Him too; Yet with this hurt, He whispered: “I'll give my life for you.” No angels came to help Him when He cried "why forget me, El?" He called on God the Father but heaven too, was in pain. The Devil tried to reach Him Through every lie in hell. He mocked and made the victory sign, Lucifer the soon to lose. Unthinkable the anguish God Father crushed the Son. In pain He whispered a firm conviction: “Thy will, not mine, be done.” No selfishness, no...