Many signs and wonders were being done among the people through the hands of the apostles. By common consent they would all meet in Solomon’s Colonnade. None of the rest dared to join them, but the people praised them highly. Believers were added to the Lord in increasing numbers – crowds of both men and women. As a result, they would carry the sick out into the streets and lay them on cots and mats so that when Peter came by, at least his shadow might fall on some of them. In addition, a large group came together from the towns surrounding Jerusalem, bringing sick people and those who were tormented by unclean spirits, and they were healed. Then the high priest took action. He and all his colleagues, those who belonged to the party of the Sadducees, were filled with jealousy. So they arrested the apostles and put them in the city jail. But an angel of the Lord opened the doors of the jail during the night, brought them out, and said, “Go stand in the temple complex, and tell the people all about this life.” In obedience to this, they entered the temple complex at daybreak and began to teach. Acts 5:12-21
My words…
Praise to the God of wonder
I just stepped off a jet. While flying and looking at the patchwork ground below, I always wonder, “How does this big bird stay in air?” I should wonder, “How did You create the air?” Now that’s a wonder. When my friend described her intricate brain surgery, I wonder, “How do surgeons do that?” I should wonder, “How did You create the body to heal?” Now that’s a wonder. Wondering is a fulfilling past-time. I wonder about most everything. But the best things to wonder about are Your wonders. I wonder what it would feel like to be lame then be whole once Peter’s shadow passed over me. I wonder how Satan felt when his demons came back into his presence as failures. I wonder what an angel looks like while in the process of a jail-break. I wonder how the Sadducees could stand by and watch Your wonders and still have hearts like stone. Lord, Your wonders still abound! You may not send angels to open jailhouse doors, but You still protect Your disciples. You still heal. You still battle Satan’s forces, and win. You still draw the lost and lonely to You. Although I do a lot of wondering, I never wonder whether or not You love me. I never wonder about where I will live after this life is over. I never wonder where my hope comes from. So, this travel-weary daughter of Yours praises You as my never-ending source of wonderment. You are wonderful!
