“Place thy hands on my hands and use my guttering love to love her through, a channel to her of thy healing grace, that she may kindle to thy dancing at the heart…”

Frederick Buechner from Listening to Your Life


We pick up our story and discover fear, anger, jealousy, a miraculous release, a longing to be healed.

This new movement rapidly moves through the town, the believers were meeting regularly at the Temple. Word spreads of healing, of life, saving grace. Attracts throngs of broken and needy.

The apostles performed many signs, wonders, and miracles among the people. And the believers were wonderfully united as they met regularly in the temple courts in the area known as Solomon’s Porch. No one dared harm them, for everyone held them in high regard.

~Acts 5:12&13 TPT

Oh to sit on Solomon’s Porch as it all takes place. Excitement palpable, thick, could not be cut with knife or fork. Sick and broken strewn about, white porch rockers pushed back to make room. Standing at my full sixty inches, upon the very tips of my toes, stretching to watch.

I am not much of a history buff, I confess, but these scenes.

Great numbers of people swarmed into Jerusalem from nearby villages. They brought with them the sick and those troubled by demons-and everyone was healed! Acts 5: 16 TPT

The Passion Translation says great swarms of people from neighboring towns, carried out their sick, laying them on cots in the street, in hopes the robe of Peter would dance upon them, bringing wholeness and healing. The faith. The power.

In ways my similarities with Peter are tangible; sin washed in forgiveness, drenched with mercy and grace. Picked up and dusted off, bandaged wounds, and set aright. When it comes to his faith in the power of Christ, The Holy Spirit within, I am sorely lacking, smacks me in the center of my heart. I have what Peter has, The Power within, yet most days.

Unused. Moving forward in my own power.

Such unimaginable, never seen before miracles, angered the high priests and his officials.

The high priest and his officials, who formed the party of the Sadducees, became extremely jealous over all that was happening, so they had the apostles arrested, placed in chains, and thrown into jail. ~Acts 5: 17&18

The green eyed monster rears its ugly head. I pause here, ask myself, scratch that! I pause, remember the times I have let the green eyed monster turn me into something I do not even remotely recognize. She is the one who destroys with words and deeds, drives the knife of hurt deeper with the looks. Whispered words, meant to be heard, uttered under my breath. (Ladies, you know what I am talking about!)

While you are pondering that thought, let us move forward.

But during the night, the Lord sent an angel who appeared before them. He supernaturally opened their prison doors and brought the apostles outside. “Go,” the angel told them. “Stand in the temple courts and preach the words that bring life!” 

So early that morning they entered the temple courts and taught the people.

The high priest and his officials, unaware of their supernatural release from prison, convened the members of the supreme council. Then sent for the apostles to be brought to them from prison. But when the officers came to the prison cell, it was empty! They returned to the council and informed them, “We found the jail securely locked and the guard standing by their cell, but when we opened the door, there was no one inside!” ~Acts 5:19-23 TPT

Had I been in there that night when the angel appeared, my chattering teeth and trembling would have surely drawn unwanted attention from the guard outside the door. In my haste to get out, I can imagine me tripping and falling over the sound sleeper, in a heaping pile, jarring him to awareness.

What speaks to me, the prisoners quietly slip out in complete obedience. Not stopping to question any of this! I am shamed by my need to question everything, from the hard to the good.

When the captain of the Temple guard and the leading priests heard this, they were perplexed, wondering where it would all end. ~Acts 5:24 NLT

The Temple guard and his buddies, so caught up in sweeping the disruption out of town, stamping down the message of a resurrected Christ, green to the gills in their jealousy, missed it!

Yes, they missed it. The supernatural release from prison under the nose of a guard posted outside their cell.

How often do I miss it? Miss the big thing God has done, while I am caught up in the small details of life. How often do I miss Him working in and through the small, ordinary, mundane of my day, gazing toward the horizon for the bigger thing?

How often?

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