Wherever they went, whatever they did.  His word sounded in their ears.  The promise that He would follow them to Galilee was fulfilled.  His spirit was with them, they were quite sure of that.  But that spirit would not let them rest content with work-a-day life; it was like yeast fermenting in their being, it was like a spark kindled into a bright flame, and the fiery tongues announced the glad tidings.  They must go forth.  None dared be the first to say so, but all at once they all declared:  “We must go forth into the wide world.”  With no great preparation, with cloak and staff as they had travelled with Him, they went forth.  First to Jerusalem, to stand once more by His grave, and then forth in every direction to preach Jesus, the Son of God. . . .

This brings me to the close of my vision.  I will only tell further of one meeting which was so remarkable and fraught with such vast results.  One day when the disciples during their journey to Jerusalem were resting under the almond trees, they saw a troop of horsemen in the valley.  They were native soldiers with a captain.  He seemed to have noticed the disciples, for he put spurs to his horse.  The disciples were a little terrified, and Thaddeus, who had good eyes, said:  “God be merciful to us, that’s the cruel weaver!”

“We will calmly wait for him,” said the brethren, and they remained standing.  When the rider was quite close to them, he dismounted quickly and asked:  “Do you belong to Jesus of Nazareth?”

“We are His disciples,” they answered frankly.

Then he kneeled before Peter, the eldest, spread his arms, and exclaimed:  “Receive me, receive me; I would become worthy to be His disciple.”

“But if I do not mistake, you are Saul who laid snares for Him?” said Peter.

“Laid snares, persecuted Him and His,” said the horseman, and his words broke swiftly from his lips:  “Two days ago I rode out against those who said He had risen.  Yet I was always thinking of this man who saw so strangely into men’s minds.  I thought of Him day and night, and of much that He had said.  And as I was riding across the plain in the twilight, a light enveloped me, my horse stumbled, a white figure stood in front of me, and in the hand lifted towards Heaven was the mark of a wound.  ‘Who are you, to bar my way?’ I exclaimed.  And He answered, ’I am He whom you persecute!’ It was your Master risen from the dead.  ‘Why persecute me, Saul?  What have I done to you?’ Your Jesus, the Christ, stood living before me!  Yes, men of Galilee, now I believe that He is risen.  And as, hitherto, I assailed His word, I will now help to spread it abroad.  Brothers, receive me!”

That is my picture of how Saul was converted into an apostle.  He sent his horse back to the valley, and went himself gladly and humbly along with the Galileans to Jerusalem.

When, after some days, they reached the Mount of Olives, whence they had first looked on the metropolis, there, standing on the rocks, was Jesus.  There He stood, just as He had always been, and the disciples felt exactly as they had in the times past when He was always with them.  They stood round Him in a circle, and He looked at them lovingly.  And suddenly they heard Him ask in a low voice:  “Do you love Me?”