Ananias

Ananias

Ananias

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11 So the Lord said to him, “Arise and go to the street called Straight, and inquire at the house of Judas for one called Saul of Tarsus, for behold, he is praying. 12 And in a vision he has seen a man named Ananias coming in and putting his hand on him, so that he might receive his sight.”

13 Then Ananias answered, “Lord, I have heard from many about this man, how much [a]harm he has done to Your saints in Jerusalem. 14 And here he has authority from the chief priests to bind all who call on Your name.”

15 But the Lord said to him, “Go, for he is a chosen vessel of Mine to bear My name before Gentiles, kings, and the children[b] of Israel. 16 For I will show him how many things he must suffer for My name’s sake.” Acts 9:11-16

Ananias is an obedient disciple man who listened to God and became the influencer, of the influencer of hundreds of millions who have read the bible over the centuries.   Ananias’s name means favored of the Lord. Ananias was a disciple of Jesus.  Some information indicates that he was one of the seventy Jesus appointed in Luke 10.

Yesterday we read that Saul has been blinded on the road to Damascus.  Saul is told to go into Damascus and wait. Meanwhile, Ananias was also personally confronted by God in a dream and told to go and call on Saul of Tarsus, he expects you, and you are to heal him and regain his sight.  In verse 13, Ananias balks at the suggestion because Saul was a persecutor of early Christians. Nevertheless, Ananias did what God told him to do.

Today’s training: When was the last time you heard/listened to God’s voice?  Possibly at your conversion to Christianity?

God speaks today, do we even hear Him if not, why not?  If we do hear, do we do what we are asked?  Re-establish the lines of communication asking God to guide your daily path.

“The Price Paid”

I’m one of those consumed with price,

to acquire something, you want

at a fair price my goal.

So, then price and value

really go hand in hand.

How then do you measure

the value of

the unmeasurable.

Is it then you look

at what someone else might pay

What about your soul?

It has no size, weight, length nor depth.

One man died

for that unmeasurable soul.

The Price His Blood.

Your price acceptance.

D. L. Carlson

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