Paul had laid down the flail of the persecutor and took up the torch of the evangel on the Damascus Road. There he began the course of a great adventure, an adventure that sent him trudging through the then-known world – through the deserts and over the mountains, through blinding blizzard and blistering sun, traveling in peril of his own life, shipwrecked, beaten by the Romans, stoned by the Jew. Yet, throwing back his great cloak to show the scars of his beatings there saying, I bear in my body the marks of Jesus Christ.

It matters. It matters that it’s a man like Paul who says this, I have fought the good fight. I have kept the faith, I have finished the course. The truth is obvious. There is power in purpose. There is power in purpose.

In one of his novels, George Moore tells of Iris…