As long as the Apostles and those of the primary church did nothing to draw the attention away from the Pharisees, as long as they didn’t do something the Pharisees couldn’t match, whether feeding the hungry or caring for orphans, they were unperturbed by these new additions to the cacophony that was Jerusalem at the time. But then, everything changed.
There was a certain man, lame from his mother’s womb, who
would be carried daily and laid at the gate of the temple, which is called
Beautiful, to beg for alms. Whether willingly or unwillingly, this was the
man’s job, his lot in life, and every day, someone brought him, laid him at the
gate, and begged for spare change. On that particular day, Peter and John
passed by, and the man, who after a life lived begging likely had his bequest
well-rehearsed, asked them for alms as well. If they’d been prosperity
preachers, they’d likely have ordered their personal assistants to peel off a
couple of twenties and hand them to the man. It would have made for a good
photo opportunity, after all, but they weren’t, so there was no exchange of
legal tender to be had. They did have something, though, something not of
themselves, something more precious than a couple of shekels, and they
willingly gave it to the lame man.
Acts 3:4-9, “And fixing his eyes on him, with John, Peter
said, ‘Look at us.’ So he gave them his attention, expecting to receive
something from them. Then Peter said, ‘Silver and gold I do not have, but what
I do have I give to you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and
walk.” And he took him by the right hand and lifted him up, and immediately his
feet and ankle bones received strength. So he, leaping up, stood and walked and
entered the temple with them – walking, leaping, and praising God. And all the
people saw him walking and praising God.”
The man had been a staple at the gate called Beautiful all of
his days. Everyone who passed through knew him, and they knew of his condition
from birth. This wasn’t someone who was brought in for the sake of spectacle;
he just happened to be in the right place at the right time, and Peter and
John, knowing the authority and power they possessed in Christ Jesus, gave him
the gift of healing.
This is what had the Pharisees and Sadducees up in arms. This
is why they saw the followers of Jesus as an existential threat. They had done
something that they themselves could never hope to replicate, and to someone
whom everyone knew to have been lame since birth. It’s one thing to hear about
something happening somewhere else to someone you’ve never met, but everyone
knew this man; they’d always seen him lying in the dust of the earth begging
for alms, yet here he was, walking, leaping, and praising God.
These followers of the Way were walking in a power they couldn’t
possibly match, and they realized the danger they posed to their authority.
They were healing the sick and preaching the Christ, and people were
responding. They were repenting of their sins, they were getting baptized, and
word of these new people of the Way was spreading faster than ever the
Sadducees, scribes, and elders thought possible.
Then one of them, since it always starts with one, had an
Eureka moment, an epiphany of sorts. Why don’t we just have them arrested? We
can deal with them at our leisure then, maybe have some faux trial with some
trumped up charges, but they have to be something more than we’re just scared
that we can’t match the power they wield or the tenacity with which they go
about preaching this Jesus. Didn’t we deal with Him already? Wasn’t that what
the whole thing with Judas and Barabbas was all about?
There was likely some basking in the afterglow of the
brilliant idea that one individual came up with because evil is usually
self-congratulatory to a fault. Once it was settled that this was the best
course of action, they apprehended Peter and John, and all that remained was
for them to be brought up on charges and put before the highest religious
authorities in the land.
Perhaps that would be the end of it. All it might take for
them to be scared straight and fall in line was to see the pomp and grandeur of
Annas, the high priest, Caiaphas, John, and Alexander, and the high priest's
family to boot.
To liken it to a practicing Catholic being brought before the
Pope and all the highest-ranking bishops and asked to answer questions relating
to heresy would not be overstating the matter. There was no greater religious
power during that time than Annas, the high priest, and his entourage. Even
with the apropos comparison, we must remember that the high priest and his
cadre of henchmen held immense power, able to do everything from throwing
people in prison to orchestrating the execution of someone they deemed as their
competition. The point must be made lest we think Peter and John had an easy
time of their experience or that it was inconsequential.
It’s a general rule that those whom the masses perceive to be
in spiritual authority over them are heeded when they give a specific
instruction. It’s why, in the not-so-long-ago past, the powers that be had to
employ the services of known spiritual leaders to tell the people to be good
little boys and girls and roll up their sleeves, you know because it’s what
Jesus would do after all. Yes, I’m being snarky, but for good reason. If the
West survives, and that’s a big if, we will look back on that as the lowest
point of Christianity in America by far. You used Jesus, the Jesus, as a lever
and cudgel to convince people to do something against their best interest and
contrary to their long-held beliefs. When all the dirty little details of what
occurred come out, and they always do, you will understand the true measure of
evil that was visited upon the household of faith by those whom the household
of faith holds in high esteem. Granted, it was a test run for something much
worse, and the same people will be employed to sell the church on that worse
thing. It worked the first time, didn’t it?
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea, Jr.
1 comment:
There seems to be a stirring, of awakening and speaking out. I wrestled for the words for days and then you said them and I was able to finish my thoughts - I quoted you, of course. I have a flicker of hope that more will rise up. The depth of God's patience is unfathomable but it's not without an end.
https://meemanator.substack.com/p/daring-to-speak
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