On the night Jesus was betrayed, Peter slices off a servant’s ear.

It’s quite a shocking turn of events. Considering.

Jesus had only recently told them that a time was coming when they would need a sword. Peter must have rushed out to get one like a 16-year-old with a new driver’s license and keys to the car.

Between the lot of them, at dinner, aka, the Last Supper, they managed to produce two swords. Yet, I don’t think Jesus meant for them to use it in his defense or to defy what was about to happen.

Jesus had just begged for Peter and his closest disciples to join him in prayer. They chose snoozing instead. They slept through Jesus’ agony and the opportunity to pray for their own selves as they start to fall into denial and turning away.

Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest’s servant, cutting off his right ear. (The servant’s name was Malchus.) Jesus commanded Peter, “Put your sword away! Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?”

John 18:10-11

{Re}sheath the sword, Peter. This is the right way.

How many times do I draw my sword when I don’t need to? Ready to jump to my own or someone else’s defense.

Jesus, though, had his eye on the prize. ❤