Immediately, something like scales fell from Saul’s eyes, and he could see again. Acts 9:18

I used to believe that there was a never a man who could see so clearly as I.

From a young age, I had keen eyes for all kinds of sights. I was the first in my class to learn the Torah. I would close my eyes and see each word dance in my mind. I read them out one by one with clear perfection.

I could see my strengths, and I knew that I excelled my peers in intellect and knowledge. I threw myself into my work and studies, surpassing my teacher and Rabbi in understanding and interpreting the law and scriptures…

I could see a man's true character a mile away and make quick judgements on it. The Sanhedrin begged me to become a part of their closed circle. They wanted my eyes, my vision… my ability to spot a man’s fear, see his guilt or innocence before they even uttered a cry of defence. The Scriptures were clear to me. They made perfect sense. And I relished executing its judgements in the towns that called upon me. Only a man of my strength and character could make such decisions around life and faith…

The path my life would take was clear to me. Soon enough, I would be highly honoured amongst the Sanhedrin and respected by all. I was, after all, revolutionising the faith… I would be feared and revered.

This is the life I saw.
The life I wanted.
The life I believe I was chosen for.

A few days ago, on my way to court proceedings in a nearby town, something crazy happened.

I didn’t see it coming.
I’m still too astonished to utter the words I heard…
He called my name and…
And after…
well, after, I got up off the ground and opened my eyes to darkness.

And the last few days have been nothing but black.

But this blackness lives. I’ve seen the faces of those people I saw so clearly… except now I see them differently…

I keep seeing Stephen's face as if for the first time.

The voice is here too, showing me things I’ve never seen before.

And here in deep darkness, I realise I've been blind my entire life. Is there light beyond the edge of this blackness?

Wait, there’s a knock at the door… and I hear a voice calling out through the house…

He's saying, “My name is Ananias, and I’m looking for Saul of Tarsus…”

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