Today I was convicted while studying the Passion Week of Christ for my 6th grade Bible class. We know the story of Peter’s denial of Christ. He’s asked 3 times whether he knew Jesus and all 3 times he denies Him. Peter was afraid. I get it. I would be afraid to die in that moment as well. I’d like to think I would never deny Christ out of fear. I’d like to think I wouldn’t have been like Peter.
But, I am. Everyday.
How often do I deny Christ to the unsaved around me? “Maybe they won’t want to hear,” we think. “He doesn’t want to be bothered with religion.” “I don’t even know where to begin a conversation with her,” we tell ourselves.
Silence isn’t golden when eternity is at stake. Maybe our silence is even acceptance of the eternal fate of the soul of those who need to hear. Those that I am too afraid to tell.
Our silence is disobedience. We are commanded by our Savior in Mark 16:15 Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. This isn’t a suggestion. The One who suffered and gave Himself for me is commanding me to share His gift with the rest of the world.
But, I’m too afraid.
Peter didn’t disobey a direct command, he denied our Savior to those around him. Do we not deny Him as well when we don’t speak about Him?
Luke 22:61-62 And the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter. And Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how he had said unto him, Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. And Peter went out, and wept bitterly.
How different would our obedience be to the command to share Christ if every time we disobeyed we would see disappointment in Christ’s eyes?