Blind Side Salvation

 

Galatians 1:11-24

 

            Have you ever wished that you could experience a vision like Paul did—a vision so clear and overpowering that it changes your life and lets you know exactly what God has in mind for you?

            Be careful what you wish for.

 

            At one of the churches where we were members, the lectern was not easy place to access during a service. Lay readers had to go around the side and enter through a narrow doorway from the sacristy and go up a couple of stair steps from the sacristy to get to the lectern.

            My first time at this duty, I finished the reading and headed for the exit where a surprise awaited me. The doorway had been built in a time when pastors were shorter, I guess. This posed a hazard that was well-known among veteran readers, who conveniently neglected to warn the new people. Anyway, I wasn’t really paying attention as I skipped down the steps to the door. I was going at a good clip when suddenly I wasn’t. My forehead ran smack into the solid wood frame of the doorway.

           

            Have you ever taken a hit that you never saw coming? The feeling is one of bewilderment at first, trying to figure out why you aren’t moving—how you had come to such a sudden stop. This is followed immediately by intense pain, and as you regain your senses, intense embarrassment.

 

            Saul of Tarsus found out what that feels like. He got hit from the blind side on the road to Damascus. Poor guy never saw it coming.

            Saul was a brilliant man, a highly respected member of the Jewish community, a well-to-do Roman citizen with many connections in high society. He had a lot of advantages in life. But his life got sidetracked. He bought into an agenda fueled by hatred and violence. As he admits in the reading from Galatians today, he persecuted the followers of Jesus and tried to destroy them. That was his life. In the book of Acts, he signs off on the stoning of Stephen, and then sets about looking for more Christians to crush.

            As he rides in fury on one of his missions of annihilation, he gallops smack into a wall. One moment he’s on his horse with the wind in his hair, plotting destruction, the next moment he finds himself on the ground with his head ringing. Can’t see a thing. Doesn’t know who he is, where he is, or how he got there. He ends up taking on a whole new identity: he becomes Paul.

            When God’s truth hits, sometimes it hits hard.

 

 

            Do you wish you could have a revelation like Paul?

            Be careful what you wish for.

            Wishing for what Paul got is asking to smack your head so hard into a heavy door frame that it knocks you on your backside and you see stars.

 

            Consider what Paul experienced. When the vision of truth hits, Paul flops around in terror and bewilderment. And then it gets worse. In one of the reports of his Damascus experience, we are told that “something like scales fell from eyes.” 

            Paul sees that this blindside shot was his own fault. He ran into a wall that he now sees was there all the time, in plain sight When he realizes how wrong he was, intense pain sets in, followed by embarrassment. Here he was, Saul of Tarsus, champion of tradition, and he discovers that, brilliant scholar though he was, devout believer though he was, he has made a complete hash of his life. His pride turns to shame as he discovers that he has not merely wasted his life, he has spent it destroying that which is best in life.

 

            A Damascus Road experience is terrifying, it is painful, and it is humiliating. It’s not something to wish for. If you have not had a Damascus Road experience in your life, be thankful.

 

            There are many people in this world, in this country, in this community, and yes, in this church, who have gone through this. Some are going through it right now. None of them has a pretty story to tell.

            There are so many sad stories of people running full speed in the wrong direction. Sad stories of poor lifestyle choices, poor decisions, poor health choices, poor financial choices, poor spiritual choices, poor moral choices, screwed up priorities.

            Sad stories of people galloping in the wrong direction on drugs or alcohol.

            Sad stories of people sprinting in the wrong direction in the company of false friends and bad influences.

            Sad stories of people strolling in the wrong direction in the selfishness and laziness, and immaturity that ruins relationships.

            Of people led astray chasing after material wealth and status.

            Of people galloping in the wrong direction on the thrill of excess, life in the fast lane, irresponsibility, rebellion, scoffing at authority and society.

 

            They are sad stories because it is so obvious where people are headed; warning signs are everywhere. They are sad and frustrating because they are so avoidable if only people would pay attention; if only they would listen to reason.

 

            Plenty of people could have told Paul he was thundering down the wrong path. Probably many people did. If only he would have listened to reason.

 

            There is a scene in the film Planes, Trains, and Automobiles where the two main characters get disoriented as they are driving along. They get on the wrong ramp and find themselves cheerfully speeding the wrong way down the interstate. A guy traveling the correct way in the opposite lane rolls down his window and tries to warn them.

            “You’re going the wrong way!” he screams.

            The two smile and nod and casually ignore the warning. “Yeah, how does he know we’re going the wrong way?” one of them says to the other. “He doesn’t know where we’re going.”And so they breeze along toward the inevitable head-on encounter with a speeding semi.

 

            Paul was like those guys. He didn’t listen. In Galatians, Paul accidentally reveals this flaw in his character. In his letter he’s trying to make the point that his conversion on the road to Damascus was a revelation from God and not the result of being persuaded by arguments.

            But in saying this, he shows us how he got into the mess he did. “I want you to know, brothers, that the gospel I preached is not something that man made up,” he says. “I did not receive it from any man, nor was I taught it: rather, I received it by revelation from Jesus Christ.”

            Yeah, no man could ever tell Paul what to do.

            Then later, “When God was pleased to reveal his Son in me so that I might preach him among the Gentiles, I did not consult any man, nor did I go up to Jerusalem to see those who were apostles before I was.”

            Paul was as hard-headed as they come. He didn’t listen to anybody.

             

            So many people like that. So many go cruising on the wrong roads. Don’t listen to anybody. Well meaning persons, people who care about them, try to warn them that they’re going the wrong way and what’s the reaction? “How do you know I’m going the wrong way? You don’t know where I’m going? It’s my life; go live yours.”

 

            It’s not only the dramatic wrong way choices that drive us into the wall. There’s another form of hitting the wall that all marathon runners know about. I learned about that when I entered my first marathon at the Drake Relays more than 30 years ago.

            I found the race was surprisingly easy. Not having a lot of speed, I always had to push hard from the very beginning in the usual 3-mile and 5-mile races. The marathon was a pace I could handle comfortably. For awhile.

            Eventually I began having sideache problems whenever I drank water, so I stopped doing that. It was a hot, muggy day and I paid a price for my laxness. At around 20 miles, I hit the wall hard. I staggered on for awhile, and the last thing I remembered seeing was mile marker 24. Next thing I knew I woke up in the back of a station wagon that whisked me off to the medical tent at the stadium.

 

            Turned out I had lost nearly more than pounds during the race. Not supplying myself with the water I needed had caused me to hit the wall, with nearly disastrous results.

 

            So many of us are running in that direction. Not taking the spiritual nourishment offered, thinking we can do without it.

 

            So many people merrily cruise the wrong way down the road heading for the obvious disaster, some recklessly speeding 90 miles an hour, others slowly depriving their bodies of vital nutrients. We know what’s at the end of that road. One more sad story for the books. One more sad story of loneliness, depression, emptiness, despair. One more story of death and destruction.

 

            That is where the Gospel enters into the picture.

 

            I don’t wish the experience of Paul on the road to Damascus on anyone. But when you are headed down that road, galloping in the wrong direction, determined to do your own thing, listening to no one, making poor choices, that brick wall that God sets up could be the only thing that will save your life.

 

            As brutal as blindside hit can be, I don’t see this brick wall that God sets up as punishment. I don’t see a vengeful God slapping us down because, well, that’s what we deserve. Rather, God sees the good in us, good in us that we don’t see ourselves, and decides we are worth saving.

 

            I remember Minnesota Vikings coaches a long time ago discussing one of the craziest plays in football history. They were playing the Jets and had called a running play, a sweep around the right end. There were two backs in the backfield. At the snap of the ball, they were both to sprint to the right, one of them being the lead blocker, the other receiving the pitchout and running with the ball.

            Unfortunately, the back on the right side of the formation got the play wrong. When the ball was hiked, he tore off to the left and nearly flattened his teammate who had to do a quick sidestep to avoid him. The mistake totally messed up the start of the play, and deprived the runner of his lead blocker. It should have been a disaster. Somehow, it turned out to be one of the best runs of the day.

            In looking at the film, the coaches discovered why. On the defensive side of the ball, the Jets two inside linebackers were each keying on one of the runners to anticipate the play. One of them saw his guy take off to the left and he fired off in that direction. The other one saw his guy take off to the right and sprinted in that direction.

            The two linebackers blindsided each other, totally wiped each other out, leaving the field wide open for the runner.

            As the coaches commented, the breakdown wasn’t the linebackers’ fault. In fact, their quickness, speed, and alertness was what made the collision so bad. Sometimes you can do everything right and still go wrong.

 

            Just because people are racing in the wrong direction doesn’t mean they are bad or weak or stupid people. Even the best of us, the most alert, the smartest, people like Paul, can get turned around. Those of us who watch in bewilderment as others race off toward disaster do well to remember that there but for fortune go you or I. In fact, some of those who gallop off in the wrong direction may have more energy and determination and courage than those of us who don’t.

 

            Jesus did not come to condemn those who run in the wrong direction; he came to save them as much as he came to save those on the right path. That wall that God sets up for us to slam into is there to keep us from going over the edge of the cliff into oblivion.

 

            I have met people who have hit the wall.

            I’m sure you have to.

            People who have hit rock bottom.

            People who have embarrassed themselves and their families.

            People who have made a total mess of their lives.

            People who destroyed their health, their marriages, their families, their careers.

            People of all ages from young to old. 

            But if they get through it, they are some of the most wonderful people you will ever meet because they know that that wall, painful as it was, saved their lives. These are people who have learned to turn their lives over to God.

 

            At the Twin Cities marathon, they have set up a huge cardboard arch painted to look a brick wall. It is set at mile 20, about where runners usually hit the wall. The idea is that runners hit the wall as they go by, a show of bravado that you’re not going to give in to fatigue, that you’re going to push through to the end.

 

            A nice gesture. But I’m here to tell you will power and determination won’t do you a bit of good if you’re not getting the nourishment you need. The nourishment comes from worship and from the word is what keeps you from hitting the wall.

 

            I don’t wish a Road to Damascus experience on anyone. It’s a horrible experience. But those who have gone through it find that it saves their lives. Hitting the wall may be the only thing that can stop the runaway train of our lives from going off the edge. Hitting the wall can brought us back the miracle of life that we read about in our two other Scripture readings today.

 

            So, I pray a number of things today. I pray that you never have to experience what Saul did on the road to Damascus. But for those running in the wrong direction, I pray that God will blindside you before run off the cliff or into an onrushing semi, and bring you back to abundant life.  And I pray that we are there as a church and as followers of Christ to help pick up those who smash into that wall as they try to put the pieces back together.