by Charles R. Swindoll
Read Acts 9:26--30
Act two of the drama opens with, "When he came to
Jerusalem . . . " (v. 26). Jerusalem! Saul owned Jerusalem. He went to
graduate school in that great town. I mean, the man knew that old city like the
back of his hand---every alleyway, every narrow passage, every escape route. He
knew virtually everyone of any significance. What a venue to restart his public
ministry. "Get the microphones. Turn the lights up bright.
Pharisee-turned-evangelist now appearing at the central Jerusalem auditorium.
Come and hear! Come listen to this man preach!" Forget it. It was nothing
like that.
Instead, we read this: "He was trying to associate with
the disciples; but they were all afraid of him, not believing that he was a
disciple" (v. 26). Rejected again, only this time by those he most wanted
to meet. Fear stood between them and the zealous, gifted preacher.
That's understandable; who wouldn't be afraid of him? He
killed their fellow Christians, some of whom may have been relatives. They
thought Saul was a spy---part of an elaborate hoax designed to trap them and
drag them to trial. "Saul? No way. Don't let him in our ranks!"
Ever felt the sting of that kind of rejection? Have you ever
had such a bad track record that people didn't want to associate with you or
welcome you into their fellowship? (Or welcome you back?) It happens all the
time. People are rejected because of their pasts. The load of baggage they drag
behind them as they enter the Christian life keeps them from enjoying what
should be instant acceptance. The rejection at times is unbearable. You may
say, "Yes. I've been there. And I'm trying to forget those memories, thank
you very much." No, don't forget those times. Those painful memories are
part of God's gracious plan to break your strong spirit of independence.
They've become an essential segment of your story---your testimony of God's
grace.
Thankfully, in the midst of those times, God faithfully
provides lesser-known individuals who come alongside and say, "Hey, I'm on
your team. Let me walk through this with you." That's exactly what
happened to Saul in Jerusalem. Someone stepped up, voluntarily. He didn't have
to, he wanted to. His name . . . Barnabas, the encourager.
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