April 2, 2023
Peter slept between two soldiers. Chained in the cold. Guarded by evil. A dirty dungeon floor. Dim lit hallways. Lightless souls wandering about. Shadowy figures leaning here and there. Think about it. The church was praying, interceding; Peter was out, sleeping like the dead. While the intercessors were warring, Peter was snoring. Some were restless, but Peter rested. Arrested, then rested…not bad when you have faith in God.
How can he sleep like that in a prison? Cramped quarters. Surroundings are terrible. His body aches. His eyes are heavy. His freedom is gone and he can barely move. Muddy walls. A stench of sweat and urine permeating every inch of the atmosphere. Grouchy guards. Unfavorable future. Uncertain hours ahead. James, his good friend of many years has already been eliminated, martyred for the Kingdom. But Peter is sleeping in the cell. Why? Simple. He was tired. Sometimes you don’t need a reason, just a place to lie down. You ever been so tired you could sleep on concrete in the middle of rush hour? That was Peter.
Now, it mentioned he was given over to a quaternion of soldiers. Four different soldiers watched the prisoner every six hours, making a team of sixteen soldiers over a twenty-four-hour period. Two would be chained to the prisoner. Two would stand outside the prison door. That’s sixteen guards. But One God….
I know some of you are outnumbered by the guards of hell; they want to lock you up in shame, keep you a prisoner of the past, make you live out your last days in the dungeon of depression. But in your case it ain’t how many guards are on location, it’s how many gods…and in your case you only need One!! Listen now…