The hardest thing to write about are those things that are weaknesses. It might seem obvious, how does one write something meaningful if one is weak; the words would be weak, the thought, the explanation? The very foundation of the argument would be as sand instead of stone; what strength could possibly bind the precepts into a common thread of discourse that would grasp a foothold into the audience and capture their attention, if even just for a moment, before the waves would wash smooth, erasing every semblance of the mark intended. Yet, this conversation takes place, preceding the total failure. Where have you failed? Where have you fallen so short of the mark? Can you even hear these words at their true volume, clearly, cutting edge, and directly at you?
“And I say unto thee, that thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build My church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against thee”
You know, as well as I, that some time later in the story the cock crowed three times! Maybe this is why his brother was inspired to write:
“Therefore I take pleasure in weaknesses, in insults, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ’s sake: For when I am weak, then I am strong”.
Whatever your place or position or title or failure, your character in the play cannot be replaced. Do your job? Ain’t it so!