There was a time (not so very long ago) when I saw myself as “the one.”

Perhaps a lot like the way Peter saw himself: The one who would remain though all others departed. The one who would die before he would deny.

Big-mouthed, for sure — but big-hearted as well.

Gifted and therefore obligated to excel. The one to whom much was given and of whom much would therefore be required.

One in a million.

When I decided to follow Jesus, I actually thought he was fortunate to have me on his team.

(Yeah, not so cool.)

How did that play out for me, over the years? (Hint: no better than it did for Pete back at Gethsemane.)

(To be continued…)

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