I wasn't sure what to bake today. On one hand, it should have been easy. On Thursday, we literally read about Jesus' last meal. On the other hand, I wanted to stay away from anything resembling Passover appropriation.
What struck me in my reading was Peter's insistence that he would not deny Jesus. It is so relatable. I talk a good Christ talk, but how do I deny him?
Growing up, I learned to be firm in my beliefs because the world would question me and I must never be ashamed to say that I am a Christian. These days, I don't think that's how I deny Christ.
We deny Christ when we do not see the image of God in the queer teen and don't tell them they are marked as God's own forever. We deny Christ when we do not see the image of God in the stranger, orphan, and widow at our border and we turn them away. I deny Christ when I fail to remember those in the church who frustrate or challenge or hurt me are also beloved children of God.
We deny Christ when we make peace with injustice. We deny Christ when we let something pass because it's easier to keep the peace than make the peace. We deny Christ when we excuse the reality because we are too scared to live into the prophetic. I deny Christ when it's more comfortable to sit in my privilege than to invite people into more intimate corners of my life.
So as I bake today, I sing Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison -- Lord, have mercy, Christ have mercy.