A tide of memories rushed over him. The Saviour's tender mercy, His kindness and long-suffering, His gentleness and patience toward His erring disciples,--all was remembered. He recalled the caution, "Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat: but I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not." Luke 22:31, 32. He reflected with horror upon his own ingratitude, his falsehood, his perjury. Once more he looked at his Master, and saw a sacrilegious hand raised to smite Him in the face. Unable longer to endure the scene, he rushed, heartbroken, from the hall.

En bølge af erindringer skyllede ind over ham. Frelserens kærlige barmhjertighed, hans godhed og langmodighed, hans mildhed og tålmodighed over for sine fejlende disciple han huskede det alt sammen. Han genkaldte også denne advarsel: "Simon, Simon! se, Satan begærede jer for at sigte jer som hvede. Men jeg bad for dig, at din tro ikke må glippe." Luk. 22,31-32. Med rædsel tænkte han på sin egen utaknemmelighed, sin falskhed, sin mened. Endnu engang så han hen på sin Herre og så en ugudelig hånd blive løftet for at slå ham i ansigtet. Ude af stand til mere at kunne udholde dette syn for han op og styrtede sønderknust ud fra domhuset.