The Scales Fell from His Eyes
Acts 9:17-20 “Then Ananias went to the house and entered it. Placing his hands on Saul, he said, "Brother Saul, the Lord--Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you were coming here--has sent me so that you may see again and be filled with the Holy Spirit." Immediately, something like scales fell from Saul's eyes, and he could see again. He got up and was baptized, and after taking some food, he regained his strength. Saul spent several days with the disciples in Damascus.
At once he began to preach in the synagogues that Jesus is the Son of God.”
I am no Paul and I know it wholeheartedly. I guess one could say I relate more so to Saul than Paul. At least before God changed me. I did have my own Damascus Road experience, although not near as dramatic. I did hear from Christ, although not audibly like Saul. I did have my own Ananias come pray with me but he came before my Damascus Road and not after. He came with love, not fear, but yet still out of obedience to God. I did have scales fall from my eyes but it was spiritual scales from spiritual blindness.
Like many of us, I got wrapped up in this thing called life. I allowed the cares and stress of life get me twisted around the axle to the point of breaking and break I did. I fell. I didn’t trip up… I fell. I fell past my knees and flat on my face. I laid there for almost 2 years. I could not get up. I wanted to get up, but I wanted to stay down. I had scales on my eyes and could not determine the right direction. I was deceived.
My Damascus Road experience was in Colorado overlooking Lake San Cristobal. I was on a motorcycle ride with 3 others. It really was more of a spiritual journey for me as this was the lynch pin in my restoration back to God. My Ananias had already come and had spoken God’s Word to me Wednesday after Wednesday for weeks and weeks. I then chose to step out on faith and be obedient to God’s Word even though I did not necessarily feel it inside yet. By making that decision, God began His restorative work in me that brought me to this overlook outside of Lake City, Colorado. My Damascus Road.
On September 16th, 2011 while standing at this overlook, God clearly dropped in my spirit a vision and He called it BONE. I did not know exactly what it all entailed yet. I just knew that He said there were others. Other men needed this. The scales fell from my eyes and I saw then what God was calling us to do. The message was clear.
Years later, the wife that I had almost lost because of my actions, text me at work. “Jim, when did God give you the vision for BONE?” The date was burned in my head so I immediately shot back, “Sept 16th, 2011. Why?” She replied, “I was cleaning up and found an old note I