s like yeast
fermenting in their being, it was like a spark kindled into a bright
flame, and the fiery tongues announced the glad tidings. They must go
forth. None dared be the first to say so, but all at once they all
declared: "We must go forth into the wide world." With no great
preparation, with cloak and staff as they had travelled with Him, they
went forth. First to Jerusalem, to stand once more by His grave, and
then forth in every direction to preach Jesus, the Son of God. . . .

This brings me to the close of my vision. I will only tell further of
one meeting which was so remarkable and fraught with such vast results.
One day when the disciples during their journey to Jerusalem were
resting under the almond trees, they saw a troop of horsemen in the
valley. They were native soldiers with a captain. He seemed to have
noticed the disciples, for he put spurs to his horse. The disciples
were a little terrified, and Thaddeus, who had good eyes, said: "God be
merciful to us, that's the cruel weaver!"

"We will calmly wait for him," said the brethren, and they remained
standing. When the rider was quite close to them, he dismounted
quickly and asked: "Do you belong to Jesus of Nazareth?"

"We are His disciples," they answered frankly.

Then he kneeled before Peter, the eldest, spread his arms, and
exclaimed: "Receive me, receive me; I would become worthy to be His
disciple."

"But if I do not mistake, you are Saul who laid snares for Him?" said
Peter.

"Laid snares, persecuted Him and His," said the horseman, and his words
broke swiftly from his lips: "Two days ago I rode out against those who
said He had risen. Yet I was always thinking of this man who saw so
strangely into men's minds. I thought of Him day and night, and of
much that He had said. And as I was riding across the plain in the
twilight, a light enveloped me, my horse stumbled, a white figure stood
in front of me, and in the hand lifted towards Heaven was the mark of a
wound. 'Who are you, to bar my way?' I exclaimed. And He answered, 'I
am He whom you persecute!' It was your Master risen from the dead.
'Why persecute me, Saul? What have I done to you?' Your Jesus, the
Christ, stood living before me! Yes, men of Galilee, now I believe
that He is risen. And as, hitherto, I assailed His word, I will now
help to spread it abroad. Brothers, receive me!"

That is my picture of how Saul was converted into an apostle. He sent
his h