They knew they had done nothing
wrong. In fact, it was a work of mercy of the highest order, the very sort that
their Master used to do. Now they would continue, for His sake and in His name.
But they also knew exactly why they had been arrested – because they had done
this act of healing in the name of the One whom the priestly party had
condemned to death with agitated ferocity.
It had been a completely
spontaneous response. A crippled beggar had asked for money, but they had none
to give, so they had given what they could. “Silver and gold I do not have, but
what I do have I will give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise
up and walk!” And the man had done just that, jumping up and putting the
new-found strength in his legs through its paces, all the while praising god
for this miraculous gift.
And the crowd was astounded. The
ripples of attention spread out rapidly as the immediate witnesses told others
what had just happened. “Did you see that?” they said to one another, and soon
everyone was thronging around to see for themselves, for the crippled beggar
was well-known. An explanation was in order, and Peter and John were only too
happy to give it. The very Jesus who had been handed over to death by the
people of Jerusalem, was the one whom God had raised from the dead, and they
were His witnesses to proclaim this wonder to the world. And men believed.
But the priestly council, the same
people who had bribed the soldiers to cover up the truth of Jesus’
resurrection, were not pleased at all, so they had arrested and imprisoned Peter and John, and now they
were going to question them. “By what power or name did you do this?”
It was the crucial question, and
the answer was the resurrected Jesus, the same person whom these very men,
gathered here, had condemned to death and turned over to the Roman authorities
to be crucified. And now they had the opportunity to preach of their Christ to
the ones who were his murderers. Peter did not hesitate. He had met the risen
Lord, he had been filled, changed and renewed by the Holy Spirit. He was no
longer the one who had denied his Master three times before the cock crowed
twice on that fateful night. In the name
of Jesus, their crucified and risen Lord, they had raised a crippled beggar to
walk on his own strong legs, to the praise and glory of God. There was, after
all, no other name under heaven by which men might be saved.
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