As I walked into the bakery, I asked a clerk to give me a regular birthday cake. The clerk replied, “Whose birthday is it? Is it your daughter’s birthday? How old is she? How many candles do you need for the cake?” I paused and answered her, “Oh! Yes, she is five years old.” But as I walked out of the store and put the cake on my scooter, my tears kept running down my cheeks. It happened on a Christmas day several years that I suggest my family buy a birthday cake to celebrate Jesus’ birthday.  However, I didn’t have the courage to tell the clerk that the cake was for baby Jesus, because  I though it would be embarrassing.

As I read Mark 14:66-72, Peter denied he was one of Jesus’ disciples even though some servant girl said he was. Three times he denied Jesus. Suddenly, Jesus’ words flashed through Peter’s mind and then Peter broke down and wept. It is quite understandable that Peter would disown Jesus because  he could be put in danger if he admitted being Jesus’ disciple. But how about me?