Now as he was going along and approaching Damascus, suddenly a light fell to the ground and heard a voice saying to him, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?
In him we live and move and have our being; as even some of your own poets have said, “For we too are his offspring.”
The natives showed us unusual kindness. Since it had begun to rain and was cold, they kindled a fire and welcomed all of us around it.
But filled with the Holy Spirit, he gazed into heaven and saw the glory of God and Jesus standing at the right hand of God.
Repent therefore of this wickedness of yours, and pray to the Lord that, if possible, the intent of your heart may be forgiven you.
There they strengthened the souls of the disciples, and encouraged them to continue in the faith, saying, “It is through many persecutions that we must enter the Kingdom of God.”
About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God and the prisoners were listening to them.
And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting.
And all who sat in council looked intently at him (Stephen), and they said that his face was like the face of an angel.
Word and Image
offers two parts of my morning ritual, scripture and visual art. I make no
attempt to related the two (as I do in my daily quote and blog entries) and
yet, sometimes that will happen, for as we know God works in mysterious ways.