Robert Redford and Sissy Spacek are in town. And everyone is milling around the streets hoping to catch a glimpse. I admit I was one of the gawkers. Drove through town a couple of times trying to see something besides the big movie trailers and security personnel. Why? So I can tell people I saw Robert Redford or was this close to Sissy Spacek. I assume the same reason the small-town streets that are normally empty are suddenly streaming with people.
This morning when I opened the Bible, it opened to the story of Peter’s denial of Christ in Luke.
After arresting him they led him away and took him into the house of the high priest; Peter was following at a distance. They lit a fire in the middle of the courtyard and sat around it, and Peter sat down with them. When a maid saw him seated in the light, she looked intently at him and said, “This man too was with him.” But he denied it saying, “Woman, I do not know him.” A short while later someone else saw him and said, “You too are one of them”; but Peter answered, “My friend, I am not.” About an hour later, still another insisted, “Assuredly, this man too was with him, for he also is a Galilean.” But Peter said, “My friend, I do not know what you are talking about.” Just as he was saying this, the cock crowed, and the Lord turned and looked at Peter; and Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how he had said to him, “Before the cock crows today, you will deny me three times.”
I am struck by how many people are desperate to be able to say they met Robert Redford (or insert any celebrity here), a man who they know primarily through the make believe that he creates. And yet here is Peter who is desperate to hide that he knows Jesus. The Truth.
We want to be around fame and fortune, fleeting as both may be. And hide from God and truth, and eternity. And of course it is easy to say , if I had known Jesus, I would not have been like Peter (I remember thinking that as a child), but now I recognize how many times I, in fact, do deny Him. How many times I hide knowing Him or having a relationship with Him.
So I may not meet Robert Redford, but that is ok. I think I would rather brag that I met God, that I know God, and that I will one day see God.
(No disrespect meant to Mr. Redford, who seems like a very nice man, its just that God is better — But I would still be happy to meet Mr. Redford too!)
God, I am sorry for the times I deny you. I am sorry for the times I look for happiness in fame, fortune and worldly treasures. I want to know you better! I want to be with you.