Acts 1

Acts 1 is the hinge on which the New Testament turns. Luke, writing again to Theophilus, picks up where his Gospel stopped: Jesus, risen, showing himself alive over forty days with proofs that convinced, teaching about the kingdom, and telling his disciples not to leave Jerusalem until the Father's promise arrived. They ask the question anyone would ask, whether this is the moment he restores the kingdom to Israel, and he neither says yes nor no. The times are not theirs to know. What is theirs is power, and a job: to be his witnesses in Jerusalem, then Judea and Samaria, then to the ends of the earth, a sentence that is the outline of the whole book that follows. Then he is lifted up, a cloud takes him, and the disciples are still staring at the sky when two men in white ask them why. He will come back the way he went. They walk the short Sabbath distance back into the city and climb to the upper room, and Luke lists who is there: the eleven, the women, Mary his mother, and his brothers, who had once tried to take him home as a madman and are now on their knees with the rest. Peter stands up in a room of about a hundred and twenty and does the first piece of church business, filling the place Judas left. Two men are proposed, the community prays that the Lord who knows every heart will choose, and the lot falls to Matthias. It is the last time the church casts lots. In the next chapter the Spirit comes, and it never needs to again.