For much of the Gospel of Mark, Jesus has been reluctant for his true identity to be openly disclosed, but in Mark 14, he finally identifies himself as the Christ, who will be seated at the right hand of Power (v. 62). No Jewish rabbi would or could make such a claim. For a mere mortal to do so would be blasphemy, an affront to the supremacy of God. Yet Jesus of Nazareth makes that assertion, not because he is a deluded mad man or an impudent con artist, but because he is the divine one, God’s anointed.
Not only Jesus’ enemies, but even his friends stumbled about trying to live in the light of this truth. Peter was so sure of his unshakable allegiance to Jesus, but his eyes were heavy with sleep while Jesus’ heart was heavy with sorrow (v. 37), his sword was swift when it should have remained in place (v. 47) and his own lips betrayed his devotion as they spoke thrice the words of denial (vv. 68ff).
I am prompted to ask of myself whether I would have fared any better than Peter did. Better question: Am I right now faring better than that?

