Will Someone Please Kill That Rooster?
Peter Jones
Remember that bucolic vacation in the countryside when a rooster's crowing gently raising you from sleep to one more delicious day of sheer joy, away from city noise, surrounded by the reassuring sights and sounds of nature?
It was not like that at all. The third time the rooster crowed, it was like a time bomb exploding in your face. Peter, sheepishly warming himself over the garrison fire, having lied to save his skin, was shaken to the depth of his soul-by a rooster! (John 18:27). "How could Jesus have known with such accuracy? What have I done? My life is over." The eventual first apostle was brought very low before the pieces were put together again, and he became a worthy and courageous servant of his Lord.
Roosters crow throughout our lives, bringing good and bad news. In my teenage years, I lived with the constant fear of going bald. (My adolescent fears were justified!) The rooster that woke me every morning was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that kept me awake, but unable to crawl out of bed, since it paralyzed me with fear of the future and of inevitable social failure.







