Fast forward a few years and another tough guy out for a walk has a similar revelation. Not a fishermen this time, but a professional religious man turned tyrannical terrorist trying to teach "The Way" followers a lesson in God's Law. Ka-blam. Stopped in his tracks. Saul, "the prayed for", who'd waged his life on upholding the Law and holding others to it, blinded by the light. Struck by fear greater than the fear he'd struck in the followers, Paul brought low. Brought so far from his religious pedestal it changed who he was, right down to a new name - Paul, "the small", "the humble". Such religious pedigree, such self-righteous fervour taken away when the scales fell and opened his eyes to show the one he persecuted was in fact the one he'd been told was coming. Revealed by the saviour himself, not taught by some mere man. A life devout to the Law that brings death now overwhelmed by the law of Grace. A life consumed by the letters in stone now lavished in a great love song written on his heart.
Two men from different places and backgrounds with different expectations and dreams of what the saviour would be
had revelation that sent them out, constrained by the love revealed in death on a cross. The death revealing the greatest love for the ones created to be loved.
This revelation will change you. Maybe it won't change your name, but it'll change your identity. He's just waiting. "Come follow me." "Why are you persecuting me." I'm not sure what he'll say to you, but when he speaks, when he reveals himself, hold on tight, things are about to get new.