This morning I asked the question, do you
really want the blessing from God?
And I climaxed our brief visit, dear friends,
is it victory or defeat with you?
Is it victory or defeat with you?
And the Lord turned and looked upon Peter
beneath its power and its pain.
He remembered his boastful utterance.
He remembered the Lord's merciful love.
He remembered his own shocking grace.
No wonder he went down.
Peter, I
failed the
awful possibility.
Beware of poor things.
Beware of the day.
The dangerous drink.
Peter followed.
Why, there was a time more devoted, more
consecrated.
Almost out.
Again met him.
When a man prays, he'll
hear his song.
John Wesley.
All one.
At any cost.
Men ought always to pray.
All pride.
Peter went in with joy.
What did I know him not to say?
Relieved the whole of the situation.
And he knew it was just this.
And he said to one of
his daughters.
Oh, then beware.
Can he hear the raucous?
All the angst.
But if you're not.
All the shame.
When Jesus went.
Failed.
By God.
No man ever.
Yes, you can say.
All have prayed.
In war time.
You'll either deny Christ.
Or you'll confess.
You'll either be defeated.
Or you'll get the victory.
Or when you score.
He also.
Will.
Not may.
Will.
And have been denying.
Into the thick.
Wholehearted.