After Galatians 1:11-24
I was the zealot,
the persecutor,
the destroyer, aiming
not to control or limit
but to eliminate and
obliterate forever
this aberration,
this heresy, what
I knew was the enemy.
I was zealous, zealous
for what I’d been taught,
the traditions handed
down, the tradition that
had saved us. And then,
a moment of light,
a blinding light, a voice
calling me, summoning
me from my wilderness.
My zeal vanished,
replaced and transformed.
An old man dies.
A new man is born.
Photograph by Universal Eye via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
Thanks, Glynn, for this Sunday blessing!
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