1. On Good Friday, poetic justice is satisfied. Poetic mercy is all which remains.
  2. On this Maundy Thursday, in particular, let the “for you” of Christ’s gifts dominate.
  3. Out there the instincts to protect yourself from embarrassment, ridicule, and rejection can easily overcome you as they did Peter. Our only hope is in Peter’s Lord.
  4. Betrayed. It is a word which chills the soul and sickens the stomach. To be betrayed is to have a friend turn on you, treating you as an enemy.

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