Wednesday, 11 June 2008

Holy Blindness

Acts 22

"I was blinded by the intense light and had to be led by the hand to Damascus by my companions"
Paul's life was divinely interrupted. Jesus broke through his normality and ruined him in a good way.

Blinded by the strong light of his calling Paul was suddenly found by the king of kings, his creator. Yet physically he was lost. He would never find his destiny alone.

At times in our lives God breaks us. Its sore and deep. Its hard to understand. But in the falling to the ground and in the brokenness we are guaranteed to hear the call and to be blinded by his light.

Paul needed his companions to guide him to the next step. It could be said without them he may never have found the purpose of his journey.

My companions, I believe at this time in my life are patiently holding my hand, guiding me to the next point. Soul friends that will not let this holy blindness, this deep call go to waste. They are giving me the freedom to be lost for a while. Lost in God. Lost yet found and caught by his call.

Paul had no idea what the next minutes, days or years held. If he had would he have continued?

Chains, stones, persecution, pain.

Ultimately though his heart was ticking for the overall and underlying reward of liberation.
He made it to Damascus. At each point after that God instructed him on his next step.

Destination wasn't the focus. The journey with God was the whole point...yet living in the tension of the longing for home, heaven.

Time was irrelevant.
God lives outside time.
As soon as Paul got to Damascus Ananias said to him "What are you waiting for,go and be baptised". Our call is not about waiting a sensible amount of time, its about the perfection of the timing. If we are in the right place then we are in the position to be taken by God at the moment he chooses.

Paul stayed in some places two years, in other places two minutes. Yet what can be achieved in a thousand years can be done in a day in Gods kingdom.

If God calls us we cannot get away from it. No matter where you go, even to the ends of the earth he will be there and you will sense that deep longing to follow. Its in all of us.
I am determined more than ever not to waste the call of God.

How sad to let a part of yourself die just to settle.

God is blinding me with a bright light at the moment. Amidst confusion, exhaustion and brokenness, this holy blindness and the hands of my companions are convincing me that actually this is a timing thing. I am in the right place at the right time.

The future is uncertain. Like Paul our futures may be risky.
God has given us a spirit of adventure to be used by him and for him. Directing this into experiencing the world and living for ourselves is great but we find that if we adventure for God we reach our destiny and we experience fulfillment that is a far cry from a boring life.

Holy blindness, astounded by the intense light so much so that I have lost my way. I cant work it out. People are guiding me and in due time he will lift me up so I can see clearly the path ahead.

A bright light that ruins our lives in a good way.


  1. hey just wanted to say love the blog !! it's amazing and continues to challenge, provoke and encourage me !!

  2. Haven't been here in a while, im glad I had the opportunity to read some of you tonight.

    Had a peak at a play this week, I have just been reminded of what I had read. May I share it with you...

    There’s a scene in Thornton Wilder’s play “The Angel that Troubled the Waters’ where a doctor suffering from his melancholy comes to the magic pool with healing powers to be healed of his troubles and his gloom and his sadness, but the angel tells him he cannot enter. The man says, “but how can i live this way?” The Angel again says, “I’m sorry, this moment is not for you, this healing is not for you”. So the doctor again pleads, “but i have to get into the water, I cannot live this way”. And the angel replies once more, “No, this moment is not for you”.

    And he says, “How can I live this way?”

    And the angel says to him, “Doctor, without your wounds, where would your power be? It is your melancholy that makes your lower voice tremble into the hearts of men and women, the very angels in heaven cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children of this earth as can one human broken on the wheels of living…in loves service, only wounded soldiers can serve…”