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Acts Chapter 28 – “From Shipwreck to Rome” Photo by  卡晨  on  Unsplash It opens right after the storm, after that wild chaos. The survivors, soaked, exhausted, hearts probably still pounding, crawl up the shore. Verse 1 says, “Once safely on shore, we found out that the island was called Malta.” You can almost see them — the gray sky finally clearing, waves sighing against the sand, the cold biting through their clothes. I love that Luke adds, “The islanders showed us unusual kindness.” (v.2) They didn’t know these people, didn’t speak their language, yet compassion spoke first. That line always warms me. Kindness doesn’t need translation. It says the locals built a fire and welcomed everyone because it was raining and cold. And right there, soaked and shivering, Paul starts gathering wood — the great apostle, picking up sticks like anyone else. That small image hits me. Great faith doesn’t make you above service; it makes you eager for it. The Snake and the Supers...

Acts Chapter 27 – “Faith in the Storm” Photo by  卡晨  on  Unsplash It starts simply: “When it was decided that we would sail for Italy…” (v.1) Finally. After years of waiting, delays, trials, and politics — Paul is on his way to Rome. The very place Jesus said he’d go. The promise is moving now, carried on waves. Luke is with him (notice the “we”), and so is Aristarchus, a friend from Thessalonica. Even that small detail feels comforting — Paul’s not alone. God always makes sure His servants have company, even in storms. They’re handed over to a centurion named Julius , of the Augustan regiment. (v.1) Now, Julius — I like this man. Tough, but fair. You’ll see it later. Sometimes God hides kindness in unexpected uniforms. The Journey Begins They board a ship from Adramyttium that’s heading toward ports along the coast of Asia. It’s not a direct Rome route — more like a connecting flight, with stops and switches. The wind isn’t friendly from the start. The sea’s go...

Acts Chapter 25 – “The Waiting Turns to Motion” Photo by  卡晨  on  Unsplash So here we are again — new governor, same cell. Paul’s still in Caesarea, two years later. Time can drag like an anchor when you’re stuck waiting for justice. The seasons might’ve shifted — maybe the waves sounded a little rougher at night, or the guards changed faces — but Paul’s reality didn’t. He’s still a prisoner for preaching grace. Then in verse 1, we meet Festus , the new guy in charge. “Three days after arriving in the province, Festus went up from Caesarea to Jerusalem.” Three days — that’s fast. The man wasted no time getting involved. You can almost sense how politically sharp he was. Maybe he wanted to make a good impression, start off strong with the Jewish leaders. And guess who brings up their favorite topic again? Yep, Paul. The high priests and Jewish leaders meet with Festus and immediately start pressing him, “Do us a favor — have Paul transferred to Jerusalem.” (v.2-3) Bu...

Acts Chapter 24 – “When the Truth Waits Its Turn” Photo by  卡晨  on  Unsplash So, Paul’s in Caesarea now. Far from Jerusalem, but still not free. The ocean breeze must’ve felt different here — a little salt in the air, the sound of gulls over the walls, soldiers clanking down the corridors of Herod’s palace. He’s not in a dungeon this time; he’s in custody, yes, but under guard, more like a prisoner with status. Still… it’s prison. You can’t stretch your legs much when someone’s always watching. Verse 1 opens kind of formally: “Five days later the high priest Ananias went down to Caesarea with some of the elders and a lawyer named Tertullus, and they brought their charges against Paul before the governor.” You can almost picture them — the high priest in his religious robes, a professional lawyer by his side. They’ve come prepared, polished, and determined. Tertullus starts his speech with all the flattery you’d expect: “We enjoy great peace because of you, and reforms...

  Acts Chapter 23 – “Between Anger and Courage” Photo by  卡晨  on  Unsplash You know when life just keeps throwing you into the same kind of trouble again and again? That’s kind of how Acts 23 feels. Paul wakes up another day still in chains, still surrounded by people who don’t understand him, still caught between religion and truth. The air around him feels tight, thick with tension. He’s not a young man anymore either. He’s tired, but his faith’s still strong. You can tell. The Sanhedrin, that council of religious leaders — it’s not some small room. It’s filled with people in fancy robes, whispers echoing through the chamber, probably some old faces Paul recognized. Men he once called friends, teachers maybe. Imagine standing in front of the same system you used to serve, and now you’re the one on trial. The weight of that moment’s heavy. Paul looks straight at them and says, “My brothers, I have lived my life before God in all good conscience up to this day.” ...

Acts Chapter 22 – “Telling His Story in the Chaos” Photo by  卡晨  on  Unsplash I can almost see it. Paul standing on those stone steps, bruised, dusty, and still chained. The air smells of sweat and metal, the torches flickering in the night breeze. Around him is the crowd — faces twisted in anger, confusion, curiosity. Soldiers holding back the mob. And then — silence. You could probably hear someone’s sandals scraping the ground. That’s the moment Paul lifts his hand and starts to speak. In their own language — Hebrew (or Aramaic) — so that every ear perked up. That’s smart, right? He speaks their heart language. Right away the tone shifts. The same people screaming minutes ago now lean in. He starts softly, “Brothers and fathers, listen to my defense.” (verse 1) No insult, no attack. Just calm respect. That alone shows his heart. Even when misunderstood, he doesn’t throw words like knives. Then he begins his story. And I love how he tells it — not like a preacher...

Acts Chapter 21:1–14 — “The Pull Toward Jerusalem” Photo by  卡晨  on  Unsplash You know, every time I read Acts 21, I kinda feel this tug in my heart. It’s like watching someone walk straight into a storm, knowing it’s gonna hurt, but also knowing it’s the right thing to do. That’s Paul here. The man can’t help it — he’s drawn toward Jerusalem like a moth to a flame, even though everyone around him is like, “Don’t go!” But he goes anyway. Verse 1 starts so simply: “After we had torn ourselves away from them, we put out to sea…” That phrase — “torn ourselves away” — just hits hard. It’s not just leaving; it’s tearing. You can feel Luke’s emotion there. They weren’t just moving on to the next city; they were leaving behind brothers and sisters they loved deeply. That word alone tells you this wasn’t some casual missionary trip. It was heart work. They sail from Cos to Rhodes to Patara — all these names we usually skip fast when reading — but imagine it, the salt in the...