So then, looking at these words as being like all our words, even the best of them, strangely mingled of right and wrong, good and evil, I find in them- I. A noble, sincere, but transient emotion and impulse. ‘I will lay down my life for Thy sake.’ Peter meant it, every word of i...
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So then, looking at these words as being like all our words, even the best of them, strangely mingled of right and wrong, good and evil, I find in them- I. A noble, sincere, but transient emotion and impulse. ‘I will lay down my life for Thy sake.’ Peter meant it, every word of it; and he would have done it too, if only a gibbet or cross could have been set up then and there in the upper room. But unfortunately the moments of elevation and high-wrought enthusiasm, and the calls to martyrdom, do not always coincide. In the upper room, with its sacred atmosphere, it was easy to feel, and would have been easy to do, nobly. But it was not so easy, lying drowsily in Gethsemane, in the cold spring night, waiting for the Master’s coming out from beneath the trembling shadows of the olive trees, or huddled up by the fire at the lower end of the hall in the grey morning, when vitality is at its lowest. So the sincere, noble utterance was but the expression of impulse and emotion which lifted Peter for a moment, and did him good, but which likewise, running through him, left him dry, and all the weaker because of the gush of feeling which had foamed itself away in empty words. For let us never forget that however high, noble, or divinely inspired emotion may be, in its nature it is transient and is sure to be followed by reaction.