and round the grooves of an LP 33 speed record album.
Maybe you don’t remember,
but a record album (pronounced rek-erd al-buh-m)
was invented and in popular use shortly after the invention of the wheel and
technology. A stereo.
This miracle of musical machinery was ensconced behind
glass doors to reiterate the fact that all the blinking knobs and dancing
decibel lights were off limits to three wide-eyed children.
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Half the fun of the stereo was the delicate show on the turn
table. The shiny vinyl balanced on the spindle, spun, wobbled, and finally dropped
onto the record player.
speakers. They were protected by a distinctively smelling squishy foam, and at four feet high they were taller than me.
speakers with one ear pressed into the foam and wait for our favorite Easter song on
our favorite record album.
transported by the voice of Don Francisco to a first century scene. And there, in our mind’s eye, we saw the
grieving apostle Peter.
Your favorite song was about the grieving apostle? Not exactly. It’s
just that we knew it didn’t end there. The crescendo of the finale was coming, but it always started
with a sorrowful Peter.
of arrest and crippled with shame. And so he begins his story. Take a listen:
out together: “He’s Alive!!! He’s alive, and I’m forgiven!”
I think the answer, at least in part, lies in the lyric, “Everything I’d promised Him just added to my shame.”
What had Peter promised?
When Jesus warned His 12 friends that they would all bail on Him, they each, including Peter, said, “Surely you don’t mean me?”
Then, as if to shore up his devotion, Peter pumped his fist into the air declaring, “Lord, even if all fall away on account of you, I will not! Even if I have to die with you I will never disown you!”
And I’m sure Peter meant it. He wasn’t lying to Jesus. Amidst the solemnity of the Passover meal he was earnest. He was ready for heroics!
But he wasn’t ready for the humiliation of grace. He was not yet willing to let Jesus die for him.
I think this is why I love the story of Peter and perhaps why so many have loved Don Francisco’s ballad. It is a portrait of God’s grace given even to those who’ve tried to “do it right” and heroically.
I have promised Jesus big and small acts of faith in earnest: Lenten sacrifice, Christmas generosity, and everyday devotion. But everything I’ve promised points to the fact that I can’t even keep my own promises.
I fudge on the sacrifice. I’m cautious in generosity. I fall short of goals I was certain I could accomplish. How much more have I fallen short of a Christ-like generosity and sacrifice?
When we recognize our ineptitude to perfectly carry out our tiny acts of goodness, then we are finally able to receive what Christ offers: His death instead of yours. His perfect life credited to you. In the words of Martin Luther, “The Great Exchange” where Jesus is the hero.
To “celebrate” Christ’s death on Good Friday may seem cryptic or harsh. But we know what Peter didn’t. Saturday is the grand crescendo and Sunday morning is the celebratory finale.
Happy Easter, Friends.
He’s still alive, and we can be forgiven.
another favorite story-in-song:
A more recent Easter song:
I dusted off some vinyl and rediscovered