“Immediately a rooster crowed. Then Peter remembered the word Jesus had spoken…” Matthew 26:74-75
“It is the truth which is assailed in any age which tests our fidelity. It is to confess we are called, not merely to profess. If I profess, with the loudest voice and the clearest exposition, every portion of the truth of God except precisely that little point which the world and the devil are at that moment attacking, I am not confessing Christ, however boldly I may be professing Christianity. Where the battle rages the loyalty of the soldier is proved; and to be steady on all the battle-field besides is mere flight and disgrace to him if he flinches at that one point.”
These words were spoken by “Fritz.” Fritz is a fictional character, of the Saxon-German Cotta Family, 16th century Germany. In a book known by several titles–the most recent being From Dark to Dawn–author Elizabeth Rundle Charles relates the seismic events of the Reformation in the life of the Church and in the homes and hearts of its people through the individuals of this particular Cotta family. Embodying Martin Luther’s confession of the faith, Fritz–while (according to the story) encarcerated for the confession of the true faith–gives us the above words.
And Fritz is right. Many a situation in life will arise when we’ll be required not merely to profess the broad-brush of the Christian faith as a whole, but most especially–and most often–to confess Christ Jesus in a particular point of the faith…the very one that’s under fire at that time. And most often in our lives–even in the lives of our children–that won’t be before Holy Roman emperors and with the eyes of the world looking on as it was for Martin Luther when, at the Diet of Worms (1521), he confessed Christ with his dramatic “Here I stand!” No, most often, we–and our children–will confess Christ in the more casual “courtyards” of life (Mt. 26:74-75), around and amid life’s casual conversations that become moments of confession. Family gatherings, and at dinner tables; schoolyard recesses, and in workplace breakrooms: these are life’s courtyards. It’s there–in those very particular moments and in those very particular points–that, like Peter in the courtyard, we’re called to confess Christ Jesus.
Despite our bold intentions to fidelity, you can bet that, at times, fear will rise over faith…as it did for Peter. You can bet that, at times, we’ll retreat from the moment, only to hear the rooster crow in the night of the conscience…as it did to Peter. And as if Christ’s eyes had met ours in that courtyard, we’ll regret it. But, like Peter, we’ll draw highest comfort when we recall that Jesus prayed for us, too, that we might be restored (Luke 22:32; Romans 8:34), that Jesus died for us, too, that we might be forgiven. And drawing strength and courage from knowing that the risen Christ is not ashamed to confess us before His Father in heaven, like Peter, we’ll forget what lies behind, and press on to that next moment when Christ will be confessed before men. Lord, grant it!