He was scheduled to die the next day. He'd seen his friend
James put to the sword by Herod and it was his turn the next morning. The
church was fervently praying that their leader would be spared by God's power.
Peter was chained to two guards and the door was guarded by two others. You can
imagine the stress that Peter felt knowing that he was about to die, right? Act
12:6 tells us exactly how anxious Peter was.
He was sleeping.
That's right. With his life hanging in the balance, with the
sword about to fall on his neck, chained and guarded by soldiers all around, Peter
was at rest. He had such faith in God's plan that he was free of worry and
care. If he died, he would see Jesus again. If he lived he would serve him. And
he was leaving the choice in God's hand.
We know the rest of the story - and it is one of the funniest in the Bible, one I used to tell my children at bedtime! God set Peter free and he returned to the the church that was praying for his release and they refused to believe that he was really at the door. They were fervent in prayer but couldn't believe that their prayers were actually being answered by God. But he was free and by God's grace Peter continued to serve God for many years to come, until he finally gave his life for the cause of Christ.
But that is not the focus today. Today we think of Peter's faith, his absolute confidence in the power and goodness of God. Just consider it, my friends. Facing death, he was at rest in the sovereign care of the Father. He trusted the Savior so much that suffering and even death seemed small things.
I want that kind of faith. I don't have it, but I want it. I want to trust God so much that
live or die, good or ill, victory or defeat, riches or poverty, I rest in the
hands of God and trust his goodness. No worry. No stress. No falling apart. No
anger. Just faith and trust. That is the kind of man I want to be. I have a long way to go, but that is the goal.
I want to be like Pete!
Father, forgive me when I have been a faithless man, worrying and stressing over every little thing. Help me to trust you not only for my eternity, but for today.
Oh, and happy birthday Jenni Miller.
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