It’s crazy how things work out though, isn’t it!
Randomly (or was it?), Paul’s nephew caught wind of their nefarious plan, and got word into the tribune, who kept it on the downlow, fully intent on protecting Paul.
Continue reading Acts Wednesday: Chapter 23, Secret Escort to Caesarea
I think we expect God will either aspirin our circumstances (make it stop being uncomfortable) or sitcom our situation (fix it with a few laughs, a nice, pithy slogan or two, and move on). Continue reading Acts Wednesday: Chapter 23, Paul Before the Sanhedrin
Paul worked his lips together, feeling the dryness in his throat, feeling his tongue stick to his teeth. He could sense the Spirit helping him in his weakness, interceding for him as he sighed a prayer too deep for words. Continue reading Acts Wednesday: Chapter 22, The Temple Steps
If you had the kind of audience Paul had, they’re furious with you, they think you are dead wrong, they’re—literally—so enraged they would like nothing more than to throw rocks at you until you are dead, what do you think you would say? Continue reading Acts Wednesday: Chapter 21, What Do You Say?
