AFTER THE FIRE

Not the one who was called.
Not the one who denied.
The one who stood after the fire.

The one who was broken,
restored,
and sent back into the world without fear.

THE NAME

Third Peter is not the beginning of the story.
It is not the calling, and it is not the failure.
It is what comes after.

After the fear.
After the silence.
After the tears in the dark.
After the question that cuts deeper than accusation:
“Do you love Me?”

Third Peter is the one who answered.
Not with words, but with a life.

Restored by mercy.
Commissioned by fire.
Unashamed to be seen again.

THE COURTYARD

Every generation has its courtyard.

A place where pressure tests loyalty.
Where fear competes with truth.
Where fitting in feels safer than standing out.
Where denial is subtle, polite, and socially acceptable.

Not with curses and oaths,
but with silence.
With compromise.
With distance.
With blending in.

It is easy to follow at a distance.
It is easy to believe quietly.
It is easy to warm your hands by the world’s fire
and pretend you were never with Him.

But the question still comes.

Who do you say that I am?
And will you stand by it when it costs you?

THE FIRE

Fire does not only destroy.
It reveals.

It exposes what fear hid.
It burns away what performance built.
It leaves only what is real.

The same fire that confronted the denial
became the fire that commissioned the witness.

Love restored what fear had broken.
Power followed what repentance healed.
Boldness replaced silence.

The one who once fell apart under a question
stood up before nations and would not sit back down.

This is what the fire does.
It does not disqualify.
It sends.

THE CALL

This is for the restored.
This is for the ones who know their weakness
and know His mercy even more.

For those who have failed and been forgiven.
For those who have been silent and are now awake.
For those who will not deny again.

Not perfect.
But faithful.
Not fearless.
But unashamed.

You were not saved to stay hidden.
You were not healed to stay quiet.
You were not restored to return to the shadows.

THE BANNER

In every age, allegiance is visible.

Before words are spoken, symbols speak.
Before sermons are heard, signs are seen.
Before explanations are given, identity is worn.

Banners tell the world who you belong to.
They mark where you stand.
They declare what you will not renounce.

This is not about fashion.
It is about visibility.
It is about presence.
It is about refusing to disappear.

What you wear is not who you are —
but it does tell the world who you are with.

THE CHARGE

Feed what has been entrusted to you.
Stand where you once fell.
Speak where you once stayed silent.
Follow, even when it leads back into the fire.

Do not deny again.
Do not hide again.
Do not blend in again.

You were restored for this.