And Christ was dying on the cross.
He called to his faithful disciple in a weak voice, "Peter.. Peter.."
Peter, who was among the crowd, weeping, heard Jesus call. "I'm here Lord," as he fought his way to the front of the crowd. A Roman guard caught Peter, chopped off one of his legs and cast him back into the crowd.
Peter heard, once again, the gentle call of Jesus. "Peter.. Peter.."
"I'm here Lord! I'm coming," called Peter again, as he once again fought through the crowd, nearly reaching the foot of Christ's cross. The Roman guard, who heard the exchange, leapt forward and caught Peter. He chopped off Peter's other leg and cast him, again, back into the crowd.
"Peter, oh Peter, I must speak with you! Come hither," called Jesus.
"I'm coming, oh Lord! I'm coming. I shall not forsake thee," called Peter, as he fought once again through the crowd, dragging his body with all his strength, dodging the Roman guard. Peter reached the foot of his lord's cross. Weakly, he called, "I'm here, Lord, speak unto me!"
Christ looked down at Peter and smiled. "Peter, if it wasn't so foggy, I reckon I could see your house from here, and let me mum know to set a place. I'll be back on Sunday."