It is impossible to know how Paul’s past actions must have haunted Him. In light of his new revelation his deeds must have appeared even grosser, more horrific. By his own testimony he had been “a blasphemer and a persecutor and a violent man” (1Tim. 1:13). In his mind he was the “worst” of sinners (1Tim. 1:15). And so he was, and so are we.
I was standing in the middle of a room full of people with the expectation of every heart turned towards my face waiting to see my expression. No words came from my mouth. Instead, I simply thought to myself, “Arise my darling…” and knew that I was calling my bride forth. And then, there she was.
I came to this post which had an extended quote by C. S. Lewis on Worship and it blessed me. I came across it, however, because I was pondering 1Tim. 1:17 in which Paul declared: “Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for …
It is impossible to calculate the number of hours spent waiting, longing, hoping, and dreaming of the day when love would walk up to me and take your hand. I have imagined many scenarios in which I find that person before whom I melt and to whom I am a hero. I have written poems of tribute to a nameless, faceless, person whom I hoped would not tarry this long. I have even, at times, put down as lost the hope that seemed so haggard.