Christian 2 Christian

I may not look like it sometimes; I may not sound like it sometimes.
                  Hey, I may not even act like it sometimes.
                  But I am a Christian and I am all in with Jesus.
                  I can always feel His Spirit – the Holy Spirit – egging me on, steering me in the direction of what is always best for me.
                  I am fully persuaded, too, that if ever I were put to the ultimate test, I would always declare my allegiance to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
I’m most moved to write this today because I’m in one of my favorite books of the Bible – Acts; I’m in the 16th chapter and I’m in Philippi with Paul and Silas.
I love this chapter:
The two missionaries have just taken a beating at the order of greedy heathens who care nothing about the way of Jesus.
And the two missionaries are now in prison, shackled there by a jailer who has been ordered to keep them locked up.
But are the boys – Paul and Silas – downcast and licking their wounds?
Not hardly; on the contrary, they are praying and singing praises to God loudly enough for all of the other prisoners to hear and take note.
The jailer takes note too.
And when he prepares to take his own life when he thinks his prisoners have escaped during an earthquake, Paul prevents him.
He does so by letting the jailer know that by the influence of these two followers of Jesus and their faith, his personal responsibility is protected.
And he can’t be accused of dereliction of duty or anything else by his cold hearted superiors.
I always try to put myself in the head of that ol’ Philippian jailer.
“These guys, these Christians, what is this thing they’ve got?” I’d be saying to myself. “They get beat, jailed and shackled, but they don’t moan, groan or complain.
“They just sing and pray to their God, who is the one who probably provided this earthquake as a way for them to get out of bondage if they want to.
“But what do they do? They stay and look out for me – I gotta be a part of that.”
And I am forever with the Philippian jailer, too, when he falls at the feet of Paul and Silas and utters words that I never forget. They ring out from verse 30: “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?”
Paul and Silas tell the ol’ Philippian, then he gets himself and his whole household baptized.
I just love this story.
Why so much?
Because it is always yet another strong reminder for me that no matter what the devil-influenced world may try to do, it can never hurt anyone who is in Jesus.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:  for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me” (Ps.23:4).
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