April 23 2006  Easter 2

Strike Three! You’re Safe!

Acts 3:13-15, 17-26

13The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the God of our fathers, has glorified his servant Jesus. You handed him over to be killed, and you disowned him before Pilate, though he had decided to let him go. 14You disowned the Holy and Righteous One and asked that a murderer be released to you. 15You killed the author of life, but God raised him from the dead. We are witnesses of this…

17“Now, brothers, I know that you acted in ignorance, as did your leaders. 18But this is how God fulfilled what he had foretold through all the prophets, saying that his Christ would suffer. 19Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, 20and that he may send the Christ, who has been appointed for you—even Jesus. 21He must remain in heaven until the time comes for God to restore everything, as he promised long ago through his holy prophets. 22For Moses said, ‘The Lord your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among your own people; you must listen to everything he tells you. 23Anyone who does not listen to him will be completely cut off from among his people.’

24“Indeed, all the prophets from Samuel on, as many as have spoken, have foretold these days. 25And you are heirs of the prophets and of the covenant God made with your fathers. He said to Abraham, ‘Through your offspring all peoples on earth will be blessed.’ 26When God raised up his servant, he sent him first to you to bless you by turning each of you from your wicked ways.”



(Message by Rev. Don Neuendorf Adapted by Rev. Terry Theiss)

            There aren’t very many experiences that are truly universal, but I’ll bet I can think of one.  I’ll bet that everyone here has played baseball at least once.  And I’ll bet that everyone here has struck out.


            What do you remember?  I don’t mean as an athlete – what your batting statistics were or what your strategy might have been.  No, what do you remember about how the experience felt – striking out?


            You’ve waited in the lineup for a long time to get a turn at bat.  Now that it’s finally your turn, you have to walk out there all by yourself.  Standing there at the plate, swinging your bat around, you might feel kind of tough.  You’re the one with the big wooden stick, and you can just imagine yourself plastering that ball and blasting it over the fence.  So you step into the batter’s box in front of all those people; you get yourself set.  You look toward the pitcher and … bam!  The ball snaps into the catcher’s mitt and the umpire calls, “Strike one!”


            Oh, that feels so stupid!  How could you have let that go by?  You got distracted.  You weren’t paying enough attention.  You straighten up and wiggle the bat.  You swing it over the plate once, right where the ball should be, and you get set again.  This time you’re ready as the pitcher winds up and throws the ball and you swing the bat with all your strength!  You swing so hard it makes you step forward out of the batters box, but you realize that you did not hit anything.  You tried so hard you closed your eyes and the ball went right past you!


            Now you’re in trouble.  You’ve got two strikes.  Your teammates are rolling their eyes.  Your coach is yelling at you.  Your parents are sitting in the stands looking concerned and a little sheepish.  You know you’ve only got one more chance.  You can’t afford to mess this one up in front of everybody.  This time you’re going to do everything right!  The right stance.  The right grip.  The right concentration on the ball.  You don’t even take your eyes off of it as it leaves the pitcher’s hand, but you’re not sure.  Is it too high?  Is it a little outside?  Is it going to be a ball?  And you hesitate for just that split second, and then it’s too late.  The ball goes by you and snaps into the catcher’s mitt, and you’re standing there with the bat still on your shoulder.


            It’s the worst feeling in the world.  Your heart turns to wax as the umpire yells, “Strike Three!”  He doesn’t have to yell, you know.  You’re standing right next to him.   They only do that to rub it in.  And you have to drag yourself back to the silent dugout.  It’s not like you went down fighting.  It’s not like they had to throw you out.  There was no burst of running and blaze of glory.  Just a long trudge back to the condemning glances of your teammates. Boy, does that bring back memories.


            Do you know what it means to fail?  Do you know how it feels in that moment when you realize what you’ve done?  Do you remember the lecture – maybe it was only a few sentences, but it felt like it lasted for hours, as if they were just laying on the guilt.  “Didn’t I tell you about this?” your father asks.  “Don’t you know better than to do that?” your mother lectures.  “Honey, didn’t you promise me?  Haven’t we been over this before?”  Your spouse says to you for the hundredth time.  “I thought I told you,” your boss says.  “Weren’t you at the meeting?  Weren’t you paying attention?  Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost the company?  And do you realize what this might mean?” 


            I’m sure it only lasts a minute – maybe even less – but it feels like a hundred years.  It feels as if every word is dropping another load of bricks on your back.  It feels as if you’ll never recover from your failure. If you know that feeling, then listen again to our Scripture lesson where Peter is addressing the crowd.  Peter and John have healed a man who was born with crippled legs, and it was such a remarkable miracle, such a startling miracle, that everyone is running around talking about it.  The man himself is walking and leaping and praising God.  And now, in this happy crowd, Peter gives them “the business.”


      He said to them, Men of Israel, why does this surprise you?  Why do you stare at us as if by our own power or godliness we had made this man walk?  The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the God of our Father, has glorified His servant Jesus.  You handed Him over to be killed, and you disowned him before Pilate, though he had decided to let him go. You disowned the Holy and Righteous One and asked that a murderer be released to you.  You killed the author of life, but God raised him from the dead. We are witnesses of this.  By faith in the name of Jesus this man whom you see and know was made strong.  It is Jesus’ name and the faith that comes through Him that has given this complete healing to him, as you can all see.


We saw what you did, Peter says.  God finally sent the answer to all of our prayers and you killed Him!  You handed Him over to be killed:” Strike one!  You disowned the Holy and Righteous one:” Strike two!  You killed the author of life:” Strike Three!  Imagine the crushing impact of Peter’s words.  They were caught in their joy and excitement, and their happiness was turned into shame.  The Jesus who had made this man walk was the very same Jesus whom they had killed.  The One Whom God had appointed was the very One who they had betrayed.  The One Whom all the prophets had announced and for whom they had all been waiting expectantly was the very same Messiah whom they had disowned, denied, beaten, and killed.  “You killed the author of life.” Peter laid the burden of the law on the shoulders of his now silent listeners.  He crushed them with the truth of their sin.  But then he opened a tiny window of hope. But God raised Him from the dead. 


A pastor recalls how it was when he worked for his father in the family business.  The other men in the shop sometimes liked to have a little fun with the bosses boy, so they made a little trophy out of broken parts and old drills and awarded it to him.  “Head Scrap Maker,” it said.  That didn’t bother him.  He knew we all made mistakes sometimes. 


What bothered him was his father’s response.  Don didn’t care what the other guys thought, but he knew that if he made a mistake and ruined an expensive tool or an important project, he’d have to go into the office and tell his dad.  He wouldn’t yell – he never did that.  Instead, he would get his headache look and say, “Oh, Don.”  That’s all his father would say, but Don felt so small because he knew that he’d let his father down.  He knew he’d cost the shop a lot of money.  He knew there was no way he could ever make it up.


But then, sometimes Don’s father would do what Peter did.  He remembered how that felt too.  He’d puzzle over it for a while, and then he’d say, “Well, let’s see what we can do.”  And He’d get up from his drawing table and lead Don back to the shop.  His heart would be in his mouth because he knew his dad could fix anything.  Instead of making him figure it out, his father was going to take the blueprints and explain to Don where he went wrong.  Then Don and his dad would do it over together and he’d make it right.


When Don’s father came alongside of him and fixed his mistakes, Don knew that he wasn’t just forgiven; he was loved.  And all the other men in the shop stood by and kept their mouths shut.  They could never tease Don when his dad was there.


You killed the author of life, Peter said.  And like a bomb, his words must have destroyed their last hope.   But God raised Him from the dead.  God fixed what we had totally destroyed.  We are witnesses of this, Peter told them.  And look at what He’s done.  He’s repaired this man’s withered and shriveled legs and made him dance for joy.  And now, brothers, he has this new life for you as well.  No matter how badly you’ve failed, no matter how deeply you’ve stained your life, no matter how completely you’ve shattered your hopes, you are heirs of the prophets and the covenant God made with your fathers.  When God raised up His servant, He sent Him first to you to bless you.  You are still God’s children.  You are still welcome at home.


“Strike one!  Strike two!  Strike three!”  You know what that means.  It means it’s all over.  You’re a failure.  You’re totally and completely out.  No more chances.  But God says, “Strike Three:  You’re home safe.” 


      In spite of your sin, in spite of your failure, in spite of the stain you could never remove, your Father forgave you.  And more than forgiveness, your Father loved you.  He patiently, lovingly, and determinedly worked out His great plan. 


Over the centuries, He laid every piece in place, and at last He gave His beloved Son.  He placed the life of His Son in the hands of people like you and me who abused Him, rejected Him, disowned Him, and killed Him.  And God, your Father, fulfilled every promise He had made to purchase us back from sin and death.   That’s our Father in heaven.  That’s Just how much He loves us.  Amen.