In Acts 23 Paul takes a fist to the face and in the very same chapter, he takes a word straight
from the mouth of Jesus. The crowd turned on him. His own people wanted him silenced.
And yet, the following night.. the Lord stood close, so close you could almost hear His
breath, and whispered: “Take courage. You spoke for Me in Jerusalem.
You will speak for Me in Rome.”
You crave a platform? You long to be a witness?
Then understand this:
Sometimes the price of proclamation is a cracked jaw. Sometimes blows are not
evidence of His absence, they are the fingerprints of His presence.
Oh, the strange mercy of suffering with Christ.
Oh, the fierce gift of sharing His scars.
So stand bold.
Bleed brave.
Refuse to return evil for evil.
Because every wound you endure with grace breathes a power on your
witness that no stage, no spotlight, no sermon alone could ever carry.