THERE WAS A MAN

There was a man....a religious man....who had an eye for God. This man knew commitment. While he loved people, his greater mission was God. He proverbally ate, slept, and drank God day in...day out. When this man entered a room all heads turned. He wasn't average; everyone knew that for certain. This was a man who, indeed, had presence.

The man could put both the fear or the warmth in you depending on just exactly where you stood toward God's style. When encountered on the street there was something about his personality that seemed lifted. It seemed he could see through you. Some revered him. Others shyed away.

Everyone wanted to be comfortable around this man. Many were, but some felt an edge about him. The word was that when this man spoke you better listen. He had something to say.

They say this man was flawless. He was clearly and immaculately groomed in his connection to the Father. Mothers pointed their children to this man saying, when you grow up I want you to try to be like him. I guess one could say this man was the apple of the community's eye.

The man's name? Jesus, you assume? No, it was Saul of Tarsus. A man who esteemed himself, just as others were doing, to be a level above the norm in religious devotion. Yet, the man didn't know Jesus. If if knew everything in the world, yet didn't know the Love of God, he was a big, famous zero.....the same man later wrote to the church in Corinth.

There was a man.....who was not complete....until on the road to Damascus he met...The Ultimate Man.