He despised The Way, and he went on his way. It can’t get more ironic than that.
Until that moment when . . .
See, this man knew The Way, because he knew people who belonged to it. But he hated them and threatened to murder them, not knowing that death wouldn’t disrupt their way in the slightest. He made it his mission to snuff out The Way, not knowing that his actions would only cause The Way to grow stronger and brighter with every foolish attempt.
But one day, as he was on his way, The Way appeared. And his way was forever changed.
And he joined the souls of those he once sought to murder, to tell the world that The Way is The Way.
For to be on the way without The Way, is the very sure way to Destruction.
But to be on The Way – well that’s a very different thing altogether, for The Way is life, and no other way can overcome it.
But Saul, still breathing threats and murder against the disciples of the Lord, went to the high priest and asked him for letters to the synagogues at Damascus, so that if he found any belonging to the Way, men or women, he might bring them bound to Jerusalem. Now as he went on his way, he approached Damascus, and suddenly a light from heaven shone around him. Acts 9:1-3
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