About twenty-five years ago, we moved our four young children to Chicago where Dave was beginning a new position. Gracie, our oldest, was in first grade while the baby turned one the very day we moved. Wanting to do something special on the night of our arrival, Dave bought us tickets for Medieval Times, a combination of dinner and a medieval jousting tournament. The website describes the experience as “epic battles between steel and steed.”
The kids were absolutely enthralled! First of all, dinner was served with no silver ware! (I mean, "What knight eats with a fork?!") Second, dinner included soda, a knight's true special occasion drink. And best of all: “the battle!” The hype was real. The jousting among the knights and horses was epic.
On this memorable evening, six-year-old Gracie gave her heart away to the chivalrous blue knight, renowned as a champion of the defenseless. Gracie watched riveted as this adventurer with his dark, flowing hair and a beautiful horse contended against all sorts of evil. At one point, his encounters turned dire. The blue knight suffered a horrific blow. He was knocked off his horse, thrown to the ground and everything looked lost. Hopeless. But lo and behold, miraculously, the blue knight prevailed!
Gracie, mesmerized by his heroic chivalry, was thrilled.
Just then the lights dimmed, the music softened, and a single spotlight highlighted the victorious blue knight as he rode atop his great steed, searching, searching, searching for a maiden who would share in his great victory. As destiny would have it, the hero caught sight of a beautiful six-year-old damsel who had given him her heart two hours earlier. For Gracie, this had been love at first sight. Imagine her utter delight as the blue knight approached, singling her out as the recipient of his victor’s rose! In essence, his actions spoke louder than words, “Out of all the girls in this room, I choose you to love and honor and humbly serve.” Gracie slept with the rose that night. Oh! The joy of being chosen!
Chosen. Our hearts long for this. Our hearts crave this. Why else are love stories so popular?
Chosen: selected by someone in preference over another or others.
Last week, we observed that Peter opened his letter by addressing the believers as the “elect” exiles. Chosen foreigners. This week in I Peter 2, Peter expounds on this theme.
v.9: But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.
Chosen. Here Peter draws from Old Testament concepts. A number of cross references beautifully describe the Israelite's as God’s chosen people. Here's one:
“For you are a people holy to the Lord your God. The Lord your God has chosen you to be a people for his treasured possession, out of all the peoples who are on the face of the earth. Deuteronomy 7:6
By linking the 1st century believers to the OT Israelite, Peter more fully explains the richness- the beauty- of their Living Hope. Peter’s word is rich here! The people of the Old Testament are connected to the people of the New Testament. How? Because throughout the generations, God has said to His people: