Peter is the patron saint of the dense. He’s my kind of guy. Most of us “don’t get it”... quietly. But Peter blurts out his ignorance for all to hear, “I’m lost. Can you explain what you’re talking about?” Peter validates and encourages me. I now know it’s okay to admit, “I don’t get it,” (Matthew 15.15). If Peter needed an explanation, why am I surprised when I do?
