Jesus, it’s one thing for me to stress and stew about the ways this generation is distancing itself from the theology of the cross. But it’s quite another to see the subtle ways, like Peter, I try to keep you from the cross. I’m so thankful you confront me in the gospel just as firmly as you did your beloved disciple. There’s no hope for any of us when we deny the cross.
When I mute my heart to the insult of grace, I deny your cross. When I think, even for one moment, that my obedience merits anything, I deny your cross. When I put others under the microscope and measure of performance-based living, I deny your cross. When I wallow in self-contempt and shame, I deny your cross. When I’d rather do penance than repentant faith, I deny your cross. When I believe the condemning lies of Satan, I deny your cross. When I think of me more highly than others, I deny your cross.
Jesus, by the gospel, help me to mind the things of God more than the things of men. May your cross get bigger and may my boast in it grow louder and louder. Jesus, you’re the only hero in the Bible, and I’m fine with that. So very Amen, I pray, in your patient and persistent name.
A portion of “A Prayer About How Much I Am Like Peter” by Scotty Smith.