Acts 9 – Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

The Calling—Six Sentence Story

As James was wallowing in his favorite garbage someone called his name. When he saw that no one was there he went back to making a wreck of his life.

Then James heard the same voice that called him earlier tell him to become a minister of the Gospel. Fat chance that was going to happen, he thought, but the voice interrupted him with You’re goofing off on holy ground! The voice had that je ne sais quoi that made it too real to be unreal even for a garbage connoisseur like James.

His friends were shocked as they watched James take out the garbage and turn that fat chance into a sure bet that he would do something with his life that he had never suspected.

______

Denise offers the prompt word “wreck” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Acts 9:5 NKJV Who are You, Lord?

This train had to make a complete circle to get itself pointed in the right direction—I was on it

Scale—Six Sentence Story

Saul’s blindness left as if a scale fell from each eye when Ananias put his hands on him. His heretical heretic hunting days were over. He now became one of the hunted.

He waited for three days after the light overpowered him and blindness set in on the Road to Damascus. While waiting he refused to eat or drink.

Saul heard the voice, felt the power to the point of blindness and from that day forward abandoned his former ways to obey no matter what the cost to himself.

______

Denise offers the prompt word “scale” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Acts 9:17-18 KJV
¹⁷And Ananias went his way, and entered into the house; and putting his hands on him said, Brother Saul, the Lord, even Jesus, that appeared unto thee in the way as thou camest, hath sent me, that thou mightest receive thy sight, and be filled with the Holy Ghost.
¹⁸And immediately there fell from his eyes as it had been scales: and he received sight forthwith, and arose, and was baptized.

Road To Damascus – Décima

May all of us walk up that road
that leads from blindness to what’s true.
Priorities get altered, too.
We struggle pained against the goad
refusing to give up our load
of dark delusions – off they fly.
In brilliant light we breath a sigh
of joy proclaiming, as we pray,
the humble praise we raise today
when we were stopped by God on high.

I was thinking of Acts 9 and Erica-Sommer Dudley’s song, Road to Damascus.

Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “sigh” to be used in a C-line for this week’s décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.