{"id":718,"date":"2026-09-17T05:28:35","date_gmt":"2026-09-17T10:28:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stumbleup.me\/?p=718"},"modified":"2026-09-17T05:28:37","modified_gmt":"2026-09-17T10:28:37","slug":"two-men-were-sorry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stumbleup.me\/index.php\/2026\/09\/17\/two-men-were-sorry\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Men Were Sorry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!-- POST TITLE: Two Men Were Sorry -->\n<style>@import url('https:\/\/fonts.googleapis.com\/css2?family=Oswald:wght@400;500;700&family=Lora:ital,wght@0,400;0,500;1,400&display=swap');\n.gbi{--bg:#DCD6CB;--darkest:#23211D;--mid:#6B5B4A;--heading:#483525;--cool:#545552;--light:#EBE8E4;--surface-verse:#E3DDD2;--surface-deep:#D3CDC2;font-family:'Lora',Georgia,serif;color:var(--darkest);background:var(--bg);max-width:720px;margin:2em auto;padding:2.5em 2em;line-height:1.7;font-size:1.05em}\n.gbi .eyebrow{font-family:'Oswald',sans-serif;font-size:.85em;letter-spacing:.18em;text-transform:uppercase;color:var(--mid);font-weight:500;margin:0 0 .4em}\n.gbi h2{font-family:'Oswald',sans-serif;font-weight:500;font-size:1.3em;letter-spacing:.08em;text-transform:uppercase;color:var(--mid);margin:2em 0 .7em;border-bottom:1px solid var(--heading);padding-bottom:.3em}\n.gbi .verse{font-family:'Lora',Georgia,serif;font-style:italic;font-size:1.08em;line-height:1.6;letter-spacing:normal;background:var(--surface-verse);border-left:4px solid var(--heading);padding:1.1em 1.4em;margin:1.4em 0;color:var(--darkest)}\n.gbi .verse-cite{display:block;font-style:normal;font-family:'Oswald',sans-serif;font-size:.82em;letter-spacing:.1em;color:var(--mid);margin-top:.6em;text-transform:uppercase}\n.gbi .divider{border:none;border-top:1px solid var(--heading);margin:2em auto;width:80px}\n.gbi p{margin:0 0 1.1em}\n.gbi .pull{font-family:'Oswald',sans-serif;font-weight:500;font-size:1.15em;letter-spacing:.04em;color:var(--darkest);border-top:1px solid var(--heading);border-bottom:1px solid var(--heading);padding:1em 0;margin:1.6em 0;text-align:center;line-height:1.4}\n.gbi .gbi-deep{background:var(--surface-deep);border-left:4px solid var(--cool);padding:1.1em 1.4em;margin:1.4em 0}\n@media (max-width:600px){.gbi{padding:1.6em 1.2em}}<\/style>\n<div class=\"gbi\">\n<p class=\"eyebrow\">Go Back In &middot; Week 5 &middot; Thursday<\/p>\n<p>He is older now, and he is carrying something old &mdash; a failure from years back, the kind that changed a relationship or ended one. The remorse never left. But over the years it hardened into a settled verdict he has stopped questioning: <em>I am the last person who should show up.<\/em> So he stays gone. Not bitter. Just quietly certain he is disqualified, and the staying-away has become the shape of his whole life.<\/p>\n<p>Then something small makes him remember, all at once &mdash; a date on the calendar, a song, a voice that sounds like someone&#8217;s. And the grief is not old at all. It is right there.<\/p>\n<h2>Two men were sorry<\/h2>\n<p>The same week Peter denied Jesus, another man betrayed Him. Both were sorry. Watch where the sorrow takes each one.<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">And immediately the rooster crowed a second time. Then Peter remembered the word that Jesus had spoken to him: &ldquo;Before the rooster crows twice, you will deny Me three times.&rdquo; And he broke down and wept.<span class=\"verse-cite\">Mark 14:72 (BSB)<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Peter remembers, and it breaks him, and the breaking eventually moves him back &mdash; he is the one named at the tomb. Now Judas:<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">&ldquo;I have sinned by betraying innocent blood,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;What is that to us?&rdquo; they replied. &ldquo;You bear the responsibility.&rdquo;<span class=\"verse-cite\">Matthew 27:4 (BSB)<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">So Judas threw the silver into the temple and left. Then he went away and hanged himself.<span class=\"verse-cite\">Matthew 27:5 (BSB)<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Judas was genuinely sorry. His remorse was real. But it drove him <em>away<\/em> &mdash; out of the temple, off alone, and finally out of the world. Same week, same kind of failure, opposite direction.<\/p>\n<h2>Which sorrow<\/h2>\n<p>Paul names the two directly.<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation without regret, but worldly sorrow brings death.<span class=\"verse-cite\">2 Corinthians 7:10 (BSB)<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The test is not how badly you feel. Both men felt it to the bone. The test is which way the feeling carries you &mdash; toward the room and the people, or further into the alone.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pull\">Remorse that isolates you is not repentance. It only looks like it.<\/p>\n<h2>The move<\/h2>\n<p>So the old man lets the grief walk him toward the person instead of deeper into the ache he has kept as company for years. He makes the call, or the drive, or the knock &mdash; late, clumsy, decades overdue &mdash; and he does it while still feeling completely disqualified, because feeling qualified was never coming.<\/p>\n<div class=\"gbi-deep\">\n<p>The cost is showing up wrong: late, without the right words, into a silence he cannot predict. Worldly sorrow would let him stay home and call the staying-home humility. It is not humility. It is the ache pretending to be penance. Godly sorrow gets up off the floor and walks toward the door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Go Back In &middot; Week 5 &middot; Thursday He is older now, and he is carrying something old &mdash; a failure from years back, the kind that changed a relationship or ended one. The remorse never left. 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