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Blinded By the Light

The last entry from my upcoming booklet, “Our Darkness, His Light”.

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(This Beautiful Image from this site by Brian Doc Reed.)

 

BLINDED BY THE LIGHT

Acts. 8:1-3

Simon heard a noise and the door to his house burst open.  He sat upright on his pallet, his eyes still filled with sleep, as the bright sunlight gushed into the room.  A figure stood in the doorway, eclipsing the sunlight.

“Who’s there?”

The figure remained silent, silhouetted against the bright light and he stepped into the room.  Motes of dust swirled in the air, as the man stepped up to the pallet and looked down at Simon.

Simon stood slowly and squinted at the man’s face. The man was dressed in rich, royal robes with gold chains around his neck and he wore a hat with jewels on it.  His face was very severe, dark, with glistening eyes and a jet black beard. A finger covered with jeweled rings pointed in accusation and he was pushed roughly in the chest back against the stone wall of his bedroom.

“Are you Simon, the Christian?”  The man’s harsh voice echoed in the room.

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