You told me that story about Philip who popped in and out and then went on his way preaching the gospel.
I guess God helped Philip pop far enough away from Saul that he didn’t have to worry about him.
Hey, what about that mean old Saul, anyway?
I thought you said someone was going to take care of him.
You’re going to tell me about that right now?
Okay, I’m all ears.
Meanwhile, Saul was still breathing out murderous threats against the Lord’s disciples.
I’ll breathe out murderous threats on you Saul.
I’ll listen, but who’s gonna take care of Saul?
It might have to be me.
Saul went to the high priest and asked him for letters to the synagogues in Damascus, so that if he found any there who belonged to the Way, whether men or women, he might take them as prisoners to Jerusalem.
Okay, I’m going after him.
Oh, wait. Did you say Saul was going to Damascus?
Isn’t that in Syria?
I might not have to take care of Saul.
Maybe he’ll run into ISIS.
I am listening.
As he neared Damascus on his journey, suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice say to him, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?”
“Who are you, Lord?” Saul asked.
“I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting,” he replied. “Now get up and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do.”
Wait a minute.
Did I just hear that right?
I don’t have to do anything to Saul, and ISIS won’t get a chance – because Jesus took care of him?
And when Saul was persecuting Jesus’ followers he was really persecuting Jesus?
That means ISIS is in trouble.
The men traveling with Saul stood there speechless; they heard the sound but did not see anyone. Saul got up from the ground, but when he opened his eyes he could see nothing. So they led him by the hand into Damascus. For three days he was blind, and did not eat or drink anything.
That serves Saul right.
And if he’s not eating that’s extra treats for me.
Thank you Jesus.