The Hangover #IamSaul

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#IamSaul

+----- "The Hangover; Saul's Conversion Story Told To Ananias"

I was on my high horse
trotting to the city of my dreams,
drunken with self righteous murder theory.
I remember waking that morning,
precious kill letters pressed against
my breast, in those brief
moments of groggy delusion before
one really comes to, seeing
in the mirror crimson skin, trickles of
sweat on my brow as arterial blood
tracing the contours of my face.
When I yawned, my teeth shown
as freshly polished long
daggers- like the ones Roman soldiers
use to finalize trades of mortality,
death for life, sacrificing enemies
of the empire to the gods of world
domination, and the cock outside
my window crowed like the wild screams
of a war.
But in an instant, an eclipse, all things
cloaked in cursed imperious
Sadducee-black, the sun that
once recommended my victims turning
antagonistic to eyes that had so blindly
believed a lie. The colt I loved bucked and
fled for new life, flinging me into chaos
backwards. Now Damascus is less
hunting ground and more hospice,
where the persecutor begs the persecuted
(and God) for a chance to be sober

---Acts 9:1-19
Meanwhile, Saul was still breathing out murderous threats against the Lord’s disciples. He went to the high priest  and asked him for letters to the synagogues in Damascus, so that if he found any there who belonged to the Way, whether men or women, he might take them as prisoners to Jerusalem. As he neared Damascus on his journey, suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice say to him, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?” “Who are you, Lord?” Saul asked. “I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting,” he replied. “Now get up and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do.” The men traveling with Saul stood there speechless; they heard the sound but did not see anyone. Saul got up from the ground, but when he opened his eyes he could see nothing. So they led him by the hand into Damascus. For three days he was blind, and did not eat or drink anything. In Damascus there was a disciple named Ananias. The Lord called to him in a vision, “Ananias!” “Yes, Lord,” he answered. The Lord told him, “Go to the house of Judas on Straight Street and ask for a man from Tarsus named Saul, for he is praying. In a vision he has seen a man named Ananias come and place his hands on him to restore his sight.” “Lord,” Ananias answered, “I have heard many reports about this man and all the harm he has done to your holy people in Jerusalem. And he has come here with authority from the chief priests to arrest all who call on your name.” But the Lord said to Ananias, “Go! This man is my chosen instrument to proclaim my name to the Gentiles and their kings and to the people of Israel. I will show him how much he must suffer for my name.” Then Ananias went to the house and entered it. Placing his hands on Saul, he said, “Brother Saul, the Lord—Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you were coming here—has sent me so that you may see again and be filled with the Holy Spirit.” Immediately, something like scales fell from Saul’s eyes, and he could see again. He got up and was baptized, and after taking some food, he regained his strength.