69-Peter-A

And We Thought We Knew You:
Soul Journey With the Real Jesus

Peter
TORCH FLIGHT

5:00 AM
Sunday, about April 14, AD 30
Jerusalem, Judea

�� Peter, along with the others, has been up all night.� And the night before.� And the night before.� Sleep eludes them like flowers on a battle field.

�� Everything up in smoke.� Blown to smithereens.� Hopes.� Dreams.� Everything.

�� Pacing.� Pounding fists on the hard wall.� Blocking ears when they hear revelers calling to each other out on the street,, "That rebel Jesus' movement was buried with him!"

�� Sitting slumped on a bench.� Lying flat on the floor with head resting on aching arms.� Pouring drinks that never get touched. Destroying themselves with their sense of guilt, their insufferable grief, their melted souls.

�� "Someone's at the door!"

�� "They've found us.� We're next!"

�� Peter runs to get his sword.� Simon gets his too. [1]� They hold them behind their backs.

�� "Look out the window!"

�� "I think it's Mary Magdalene."� She holds up her torch so they can see her face.� "Yes, it's just her."

�� Peter opens the door.� Simon stands next to him.� They say nothing.� They do not like the intrusion on their misery.

�� "He's gone!" she says between renewed tears.

�� "Who's gone?� John asks.

�� "What do you mean, he's gone?" Peter adds.

�� "They've taken him out of his tomb," she replies amidst her disconsolate sobs.� "There's no sign of them or his body.� What are we going to do?"� She looks at them with desperation.� "Oh, Peter....� Simon.... John....� This can't be happening." [2]

�� The men look at the bearer of more bad news and wish she had not come.� Peter and John look at each other.� Do they dare go out in public?� It is still dark.� Maybe they can make it over there and back before daylight.

�� "We should check it out," Peter announces.

�� "You're right.� We'll be there as soon as we get dressed."

�� Mary Magdalene looks at the men with gratitude, but through tear-swollen eyes.� She says nothing, then rushes back out to the street.

�� Peter and John throw on dirty robes over their crumpled tunics.� No time to wash up.� They do not even run a comb through their hair.� No time for that either.� They have something more important to do.

�� "What if there's another aftershock?� We've already had one this morning.� What if you get caught out there?"

�� The two do not listen.� Mary Magdalene had apparently survived out there.� They will too, though they wonder if it really matters any more if they survive.

�� "What do you think happened?" John asks as Peter as they head down the shadowy street.

�� "I don't know!" Peter shouts back, winded by the running.� "Maybe it's a trick to lure us out."

�� They become silent.� They do not know what the answers are.� Anymore, they do not even know what the questions are.��

�� Through the street.� Out the city gate.� Down the highway.� Slowing in their run, but not because they want to.� They dodge rocks and debris thrown across the roadway during the earthquake an hour or two earlier.

�� Now on the path to the cemetery.� They are glad it is not yet completely light for then they could see the deserted crosses at the top of the hill.� Like a sore tooth, they look up briefly just to see if it still hurts.� It does.

�� They see the garden gate ahead of them.� Peter cannot keep up.� John no longer holds back to stay with him.� Something terrible has happened to his master.

�� Alone, John runs through the gate, still dodging dislodged rocks and uprooted trees.� Then he sees it ~ the tomb stone dislodged from its track and thrown away from the entrance. [3]

�� He darts over to the cave and looks inside.� The sun is not up enough.� It's too dark.� But he sees a spark.� It is a torch someone threw at the entrance.� As soon as he picks it up and gives it air, it begins once again to flame.�

�� At the same time Peter arrives and, without pausing, rushes inside the cave. [4]

�� John's torch reveals the unbelievable.� Mary Magdalene had not taken time to notice.� They do.�

�� The swaddling bands are still exactly as they had been wrapped around Jesus' body.� Exactly.� Like his body had just melted.� Or maybe had become a ghost and risen through it. [5]

�� But the cloth that was wrapped around Jesus' head.� Where is it?� John, now inside the cave, holds his torch here and there until he sees it. [6]�

�� They stare in abiding amazement.� For it still retains its shape.� The shape of Jesus' head.� Like his head is still inside it.� But isn't.� All of Jesus' body is gone. [7]

�� "Well, look at that!" John finally blurts out.

�� "Shut up, John.� Just shut up!"

�� "But don't you understand?"

�� "No, I don't understand!� Just get out of here, John.� I've got to think."

�� "But Peter!� He pulled it off!"

�� Peter looks at his long-time friend and business partner.� They hadn't always seen eye to eye.� This is one of those times.

�� "You're not thinking what it looks like you're thinking."

�� "But I am, Peter!� Don't you see?� The proof's right here."

�� "Wishful thinking.� That's all it is."

�� "But Peter...."

�� "Then where is he?"

�� "I don't need to see him to believe it.� The facts are right there.� You can't change the facts."

�� "Get out of here.� Let me think."

�� "Be my guest.� But thinking won't change the facts.� He has come back to life!� Jesus is alive again!� Man oh man! �He did it!" [8]

�� Alone with the only remains of Jesus, Peter sits between the place where the swaddling bands are and the head cloth is.�

�� "Oh, my God!� Now they've decapitated him.� Is there anything else they can do to degrade him?�

�� "They're trying to make us look like idiots.� They think that, by re-wrapping these bands, we'll be tricked into telling everyone he came back to life.� Then they can arrest and execute us too.

�� "Well, they're not playing me for a fool again....

�� "Oh, Jesus.� What am I going to do?� I don't know which way to turn.� Without you I am lost.

�� Peter, the talker and doer, breaks out into helpless sobs.� It only lasts a moment.� He regains control.� Mary Magdalene is out there.� What would she think of him?� Plus the sun will be completely up soon.� They must go back into hiding.

�� He walks out of the cold shadowy death cave and sees John sitting on the entrance stone.

�� "Mary," Peter announces, "I can't think of anything we can do right now.� They're just looking for an excuse to arrest and execute us too.� They've probably taken the body to bait us into coming out of hiding.� It's too dangerous.� We just can't go looking for him right now.� Maybe later." [9]

�� The two men walk toward the garden gate, then head for their rented house.� They do not talk.� Their minds are worlds apart.� Peter broods.� John smiles, and occasionally interrupts Peter's remorse with a "Man, oh man, he did it!"

9:00 AM

�� First Mary Magdalene.� Now the other four women.� All in the past two hours.� They claim to have seen Jesus come back to life.� Now John has actually agreed with them.� Has the whole world gone mad?

�� Sure, he raised others from the dead.� But you can't raise yourself.� If you're dead, you're dead.� Makes utterly no sense.

�� Wonder what they've done with the body?

�� Everyone sits down to the breakfast table.� Peter is called on to thank God for their food.

�� "Oh, God!� You are so great and powerful!� You made all things.� You give us everything we need.� You watch over us....� You watch....� No, you don't!� You didn't watch over your own son!� How could you, God?� How could you desert and betray him like that?"

�� Peter breaks out into sobs and gets up from the table.� He has been talking about himself.� The others sit at the table not knowing what to say to him.� They feel the same way.� Except for the women and their sick joke.

�� Peter disappears, then comes back with his robe back on.

�� "Stop him, John!� He can't go out there in daylight."

�� "Let him go.� He's searching.� God will watch over him."

�� Peter stumbles out the gate leaving it wide open.� He no longer cares.� He no longer cares about anything.� His best friend in the whole world has been treated like a monster.� They have whipped the skin off his back, pulled out his beard, beaten his face nearly beyond recognition, nailed holes in his hands and feet, and run a spear through his side.� Now they've decapitated him.

�� He stumbles down the street then stops and slams his fist on a nearby wall.� "No!� No!� They can't do that to you!� It's my fault!"

�� He butts his head against the wall.� "You tried to warn me," he blubbers.� "Would I listen?� No!� Stubborn.� All the time stubborn.� Why didn't I listen to you, Jesus?� Why didn't I listen?"

�� Now both arms are wrapped around the top of his head as though trying to hide beneath them.� Hide from the fury of God.� And of Jesus.�

�� "I had to be Mr. Big Shot.� Brag about how I'd left behind everything to follow him.� Brag about how I'd never deny him.� Brag about how I would defend him to the death." [10]

�� He slaps his hands on the wall.

�� "God, I can't shake it?� I'm so scared!� Scared of living.� Scared of dying.� Scared of the whole world!� Why am I such a coward?� This has never happened before.� It's just not me.� Why, God?"

�� He looks down at the street, then puts his head down into his chest.� He must hide.� Hide from the Sanhedrin.� Hide from the soldiers.� Hide from God.�

�� The starts walking.� He does not know where to.� To the end of the world as far as he cares.� Maybe he can walk off the edge.� Like Judas did.� Just end it all.

�� How he makes it out of town is a miracle.� Once more dodging fallen rocks.� Once more dodging what he has become.� He looks for the path leading to the empty tomb.� But he has gone out the wrong gate.� He is going in the wrong direction.� It's just as well.� He does not need more questions.� Only answers.�

�� Peter finds himself crossing a brook, then climbing a hill.� It is the road Jesus had taken them up four nights earlier.� It is the road leading to his first betrayal.� The first of many.� The one leading to Peter's own part in that betrayal.

�� He stops at the clearing.� He stumbles up the same path Jesus had stumbled up a few nights earlier.� When he was still alive.� When Judas was still alive.� When Peter was still alive.

�� He sees the ashes of the bon fire they had built.� He sees the edge of the woods not too far from there where he and James and John had sat and waited for him.� Couldn't even stay awake when he was about to die.

�� Peter does not stop there.� He goes into the woods.� Stumbling as his teacher had stumbled.� Stumbling in his agony and fear of dying and determination to go to that spot anyway.

�� A few feet inside the woods he sees where small growth close to the ground has been broken, and the weeds trampled on.� This must be the spot.� Where Jesus, near his breaking point, gave himself over to his God.

�� Now, at his own breaking point, Peter falls on his face.� "Jesus, can you ever forgive me?� Can you ever forgive what I did to you?� I didn't mean for it to happen.�

�� "I thought you could perform some kind of miracle and get yourself out of that mess.� No, I didn't.� I didn't really believe that.� I knew you'd never performed a miracle on yourself.� It wasn't like you.� I knew you'd let them destroy you.

�� Peter grows angry.� "God!"� He stands and shakes his fist at the sky.� He is angry at himself.� "God!� I was such a jerk.� I wouldn't blame you if you struck me down with lightening right now.� Do it, God!� Strike me down!

�� "Jesus....

�� "What am I going to do without you?� I am so empty."

�� His body once more grows limp.� He stumbles over to a tree and leans his face on it.�

�� "There should have been four crosses last Thursday.� I should have been on that fourth cross.� But I was too spineless.� I had to go and deny I even knew him.� What a pantywaist."

�� Peter grows weaker inside and begins to slide down the tree, not caring that his face and arms are being scratched and bloodied as he progresses to the bottom.

�� He feels something poking him in the hip.� He remembers his sword.� He had purposely brought it along.� He pulls it out.� And begins turning it over and over in his hands.

�� "This is what I deserve.� If I did myself in, I could just go to hell and get it over with.� God would be better off without me."

�� Peter holds it beneath the hilt, not caring that the blade it cutting his hands, then slowly touches the point to his heart.� He holds his position, then grows limp once more.

�� "God, I should have been willing to turn myself over in exchange for him.� I am the one they should have crucified.� Not him!� He was innocent.� He was our Deliverer.� Now we have nothing.� Who am I?� I'm nobody.� He was everybody.� He was my soul."

�� Once more he lies on the ground.� This time facing the sun.� The sun is too bright.� He shades his eyes with heavy arms.�

�� "Jesus, all you did was love me.� That's all you did.� You never did me any harm.� You even defended me to other people.� Even to Satan. [11]� But could I defend you?� Not when it really counted.� A real double crosser.� That's all I am.� I'm so ashamed.� I don't deserve to live."�

�� "Oh, God....

�� "Oh, Jesus....

�� "I can't go through life without you.� Before you, nothing in life made sense.� But now I've killed you.

�� "Don't go away and leave me alone.� I am so scared.

�� "Don't leave, Jesus.

�� "How can I say I'm sorry?� I don't know how.� I DON'T KNOW HOW!"

�� PETER. [12]

�� "Go away!� Leave me alone!"

�� PETER.

�� "Get out of here!� Or I'll...."

�� Peter interrupts himself and pulls his arms away from his eyes.

�� PETER.� LOOK AT ME.

�� Peter sits up.� Slowly.� Then he stands.� He backs up a couple of steps.

�� "No!� It's not you!� You died!� I killed you!"

�� Hello, there, Peter.� You haven't been doing so well.

�� "I'm hallucinating!� That's it...."

�� Everything's okay now.�

�� "But I betrayed you."

�� Not anymore than anyone else.

�� "I don't care about anyone else!� I only care about what I did to....� No!� What am I doing?� Talking to a dead guy.� Stop this!� Go away!"

�� Jesus walks forward.� He knows Peter is brave and will not run.�� He reaches out and puts his hands on Peter's shoulders.

�� Friend.� You were always my friend.� Your sin is gone.

�� "What do you mean, gone?"

�� It's like you never denied knowing me.� Now we can start over fresh.

�� "Jesus," Peter quits fighting it.� "Jesus, I'm so sorry.� I'm so very sorry."

�� Jesus is smiling.� Smiling sympathetically.� As though Peter was the only one who suffered.� He had always been like that.

�� Slowly, Peter moves his hands up until they are on Jesus' shoulders.� They look into each other's eyes.� Tears flow afresh in Peter's eyes.� They flow freely, too, from Jesus' eyes.

�� Now they're in an embrace.

�� Moments later they brake apart.�

�� Come on, Peter.� Let's sit down over where we built the fire.

�� The two men walk out of the woods.� Peter once more following his leader and teacher and Deliverer.� Like in the old days.� Like he will do the rest of his life.

�� "What do I tell the others?" Peter asks. "You know, they won't believe me."

�� Don't worry.� I'll take care of that.� They're all as stubborn as you.� Well, except John.� He believed without seeing me.� I've known him nearly all my life, you know.� About twenty years longer than you. [13]

�� "John puts up with me like you do.� He's a good friend.� We're tight."

�� I want the two of you to be best friends now.� There's a lot of work to do.

�� Peter, the all-or-nothing man, Peter, the man who knows complete success or complete failure and nothing in between, becomes shaky again.� "But how can you trust me after what I did?"

�� The first thing you do is give me that sword.� You'll never need it again.

�� Peter hands it over to Jesus, and it disappears.� Peter is relieved.

�� What time is it?

�� "You don't know?� You who made the world and invented time?"

�� I have an appointment with Alphaeus and his friend.� They're on their way to Emmaus.� I've got to catch up with them.

�� "Will I see you again?"

�� Jesus does not answer.� Instead, he fades until he is gone. [14]

�� Peter sits where he is.� Tears are back in his eyes.� This time tears of gratitude, albeit confused gratitude.�

�� "Jesus, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.� I'll never ever betray you again. I promise.� You can hear me, can't you, Jesus?� Wherever you are.� You can hear me."

11:30 AM

�� Back at the hideout, Peter walks knocks on the gate and is let in.� He stares at everyone as though he wants to say something but is not sure how.� He decides to just blurt it out.

�� "I saw him."

�� "Not that again!� Now Peter's hallucinating!" Nathaniel announces.

�� "I know it sounds impossible," he continues almost embarrassed.�

�� "Come on, Peter," urges his brother, Andrew.�

�� "We know you've taken more of the blame for this on yourself than you should have.� But hallucinating isn't going to help," Philip adds.

�� "We talked."

�� "Shut up, Peter.� We've had more than enough of this for one day," Matthew responds firmly.

�� "Don't you understand?� It's hopeless.� It's all over.� Poof like a cloud," James Junior adds.

�� "If he's alive, then why don't we see him?� Where is he?" Thaddeus asks.

�� "I don't know why he hasn't come here yet.� Maybe later."

�� "We're warning you!� Now lay off!" Simon half shouts.

�� Peter goes to another room.� John follows him.

�� "Did you really see him, Peter?� What did he look like?"� His voice is low.

�� "He mentioned you."

�� "But what did he look like?"

�� "Mostly he's his own self again," Peter continues hesitatingly.� "All the blue bruising that covered his body at his death.� That's gone.� The swelling is gone.� He had a tunic and robe on.� I couldn't see his back."

�� "What about his hands?"

�� "I didn't notice.� But John, he forgave me."

�� "Oh, Peter.� You weren't any worse than I was.� Actually, I think you were better than all of us.� No one else even went to the trial."

�� "You did.� You got us in."

�� "Yeah, but I stayed completely out of everyone's way and didn't talk to anyone.� At least you let yourself be seen.� I just stayed off in a corner by myself.� You tried much harder than I did."

�� "Which was zilch."

�� "But he forgave."

�� "Yes.� He forgave me.� I didn't think he could.� How could anyone forgive like that?"

�� "Because he's our Jesus.� And he's our God.� And he's our friend," John replies.

�� "Yes.� He has to be.� More and more I'm convinced he is."

�� Peter and John embrace and pat each other on the back.

�� "Well, at least the women have an ally.� Shall we go tell them they've got two more on their side?"

About May 1, AD 30
Lakeshore near Capernaum, Galilee

�� Two weeks.� Two weeks of surprises.� Unbelievably horrible death.� Unbelievably glorious re-birth.� Unbelievably exhilarating reunions.

�� Everyone is back home.� The excitement is all over.� Except it isn't.�

�� Finally, after Jesus urging them to get away from the authorities, they've returned up north.� The Temple hierarchy has little influence here.

�� By now they have all seen Jesus.� They are all convinced he has returned to life.� He has shown up at some unexpected times.� They never know when he's going to show up.�

�� Anymore, everyone they see in market places they stare at, wondering if that's him.� Everyone they see down at the docks they stare at.� One of them could be him.� They see Jesus in everyone.� Always hoping it truly is him.

�� Now, he has done it again.� He is back.� They have just had breakfast with him.� Fried fish.� Right by their boats.

�� Peter, let's you and I go for a walk. [15]

�� "Jesus, I don't understand how you could forgive me like you did."� Peter still is not sure how to accept forgiveness.� It's holding him down like a ball and chain.

�� As he so often does, Jesus replies with a question.

�� "Simon, son of Jonah, do you revere and venerate me and my words regardless of what anyone else thinks or says?" [16]

�� Peter stops and stares at his leader.� First of all, why is he calling him by his given name?� Jesus always uses the nickname he gave him three years ago ~ Peter.� Simon is so official sounding. Second, how could Jesus possibly expect him to have the kind of love only God has?�

�� "Man, that's hard, Jesus.� I can't make a commitment like that.� What if I say I do, then my spine turns to jelly, just like before?� All I know for sure is that you are the best friend I ever had, and you always will be." [17]

�� No boasting this time?� That is good.

�� "In that case, I have an assignment for you.� I want you to feed the milk of my Word to new-borns in my new kingdom of God, my new church." [18]

�� Well, maybe Peter can handle that much.� New-borns are all weaklings like Peter is.

�� They walk on a little farther.� One thing he knows for sure.� He can never again make a full commitment as he made the night before he, well, he betrayed Jesus.� He can't face failure like that ever again.� That scares him like a snake staring at him from an overhanging branch.

�� "Simon, son of Jonah, do you really and truly revere and venerate me" [19]

�� Peter is squirming. �Why does he keep bringing his father into it.� Besides, it sounds like Jesus is trying to trap him.� Agreeing to that means he would be willing to die for Jesus.� He now knows now that he cannot go that far.� In the past few weeks he has learned too much about himself he doesn't like.�

�� Besides, doesn't Jesus know it takes God to love like that?� God isn't inside him.� He's just a man who acts big on the outside, but on the inside he's nothing but a loser.�

�� "Uh, Jesus, like I said before, you know I'll do the best I can." [20]

�� In that case, Jesus responds, you will understand my followers, all of whom will be weak.� That'll help you understand how to take care of them.� That's good.� That's what I need. [21]

�� Peter is straining to catch on.� Why is Jesus doing this?� Doesn't he know not to trust him again?�

�� But Peter, the man who is hard to stop, is also a man who is hard to start.� Stubborn.� That is good.� When it is steered in the right direction.� Peter cannot be allowed to bury himself in his mistakes.� He has too much to offer others.�

�� "Simon, son of Jonah," Jesus says once more.� He stops and looks into Peter's eyes.� "In other words what you're telling me is that you love me like you would any other human, and that's all?" [22]

�� Deep down Peter still has not made the commitment.� Twice Jesus has indirectly told him that he loves him with a holy love, and he has asked Peter if he can return that love.

�� Peter just cannot do it.� It's too hard.� Why can't Jesus just leave him alone?� This is the third time he's asked him.� Three times?� Like before?� Is that why he keeps calling him Simon?� That's what Jesus called him to warn him he'd deny him three times.� Is this a repeat performance?� Just like before?

�� "I've failed the test twice already, haven't I?" Peter prays silently.� "Oh, God, what's wrong with me?� Why can't I shake these doubts?� Jesus is right here beside me, no one is threatening me, and still I hang back."

�� "Jesus, you've seen me and what I'm like.� You even know what I'm thinking probably.� I love you as much as I know how.� I can't love you like you love me.� I just don't understand it.� I wish I did.� As close as we are, I still don't comprehend you.� Like forgiving everyone as you do.� I'm not sure I could do that.� God's love is much bigger than mine.� I just can't.� But I promise you that I love you as much as I know how.� That's no lie.� And I'll never stop loving you." [23]

�� Jesus replies a third time.� "In that case, you are also ready to feed people the meaty things about my new kingdom of God, my church.� Now that you understand your weaknesses, you are ready to depend on God to give you the strength you don't have." [24]

�� Jesus starts walking again.� Peter continues to be nervous.� It's about to get worse.

�� "You know, Peter, while you are young you're able to dress anyway you want, go anywhere you want and do anything you want.� Do it while you can.� Some day you won't even be allowed to wear what you want; instead you'll be led away to face things you don't want to face.� Just keep following me anyway." [25]

�� "Jesus, I am willing to try.� That's all I can promise.� And when I fall again, will you pick me up again?� Even if I commit the same sin 500 times?� Will you forgive me so I can keep following you?� I really do want to." [26]

�� Indeed, Peter will follow Jesus the rest of his life.� Sometimes he will think about those words, "you'll be led away to face things you don't want to face."� Gradually he will realize its meaning.� As he watches the suffering and senseless deaths of Christians everywhere, he will realize that he, too, will be executed for following Jesus.� Even if it means following Jesus to his own cross.

�� But, in the mean time, in less than a month, Peter will bravely return with the other eleven apostles right to the middle of Jerusalem, right in the territory of the Temple hierarchy.� There he will call the worshippers murderers.� Three thousands of them will be baptized as a result of Peter's command. [27]

�� His wife will follow him shortly and move Jerusalem to live.� Peter, John, and James will head up the church there, while the others will go to other cities to start the church. [28]

�� He will go on many tours all over, taking his wife with him everywhere. [29]�

�� It will be at one of the coastal towns that he will open the doors for pagans to become Christians.� He will even cross the sea and preach in Turkey. [30]

�� He will be imprisoned and beaten on several occasions, each time wondering if that's when he will be led where he doesn't want to go like Jesus had warned him.� Usually he will violate parole by continuing to tell people about Jesus, and get put back into jail. [31]

�� Some day he will be executed.� History will not record his death.� There will be speculation.� Tradition says he will be cast into a deep cell cut out of solid rock with the only entrance being in the roof.� For nine months he will be tortured.� Another cell will be below it for executions; it will never be cleaned and the bodies never removed.�

�� Some will say he will be condemned to crucifixion in the city of Caesar about thirty-three years after last seeing and talking with Jesus. [32]�

�� Paul, another great leader of the movement, will write to the church in Rome, but not mention Peter in his long list of greetings at the end.� Maybe Peter will go there just before his death.� Who knows? [33]

�� Somehow it does not matter.� Because Peter will leave behind a greater legacy than when, where and how he will die.� He will leave two letters for all who desire to read for centuries to come.

�� In his first letter he will say over and over that Jesus is the true Stone, not him. [34]� In his second one he will reassure his readers that God does not want anyone to be condemned.� He wants to forgive the world.� Just like he forgave Peter.� Peter will always understand forgiveness and never take it for granted.� That will make him strong. [35]��

���� LIFE APPLICATION

1.�� Some people's commitment goes up and down like a yoyo.� Others are stubborn.� They are hard to convince, but once they are, they refuse to let go.� Through tragedy, Peter finally let go.� Have you let go of a good cause after a long struggle?� How did it make you feel?� Does it help to know that all great people go through this?

2.�� We can wallow in our failure, or we can back off completely for as long as it takes to let go of it.� Though the tragedy will always be in our hearts and mind, we can choose to go on with our lives, or live in the past.� Have you ever gone through a problem you could never get over?� What will help you let go of that particular event completely?

3.�� Sometimes it takes weeks and sometimes years to let go of an event.� Once we have succeeded, we can return to the old cause again but from a completely different angle.� In the cause you let go of once, how will you return from a different point of view?

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