It was midnight and
he was asleep after a long day. It had been messy, a near riot but he now had
the two offenders in custody secure in stocks. Singing but secure in the stocks
Then the earthquake hit.
And everything fell apart.
Literally.
He feels the sword at his side, heavy. An idea hits him, a bad
idea. Better to go out easy on your sword, than at the hands of the prisoners…
or the one that put them there.
Then a voice speaks
out of the chaos, “Don’t do it, we are all here.”
“Lights”, he cries
out. He must see it for himself. Could it be true? Sure enough there they sit.
What do you ask them?
How? Why? What happened?
But for this
Philippian jailer, there is only one question, “Sirs, what must I do to be
saved?”
For many folks, we
never get to that question till the earthquake hits. Earthquakes don’t always come at the best time but
there is something about that moment, that makes everything clear. When
our world falls apart when death is right at our side, when our only thought is
no hope at all.
The great news is
that there is hope in that moment. A voice that calls out. An answer to the
question “What must I do”?
Believe in Jesus.
Make a change. Wash away your sins.
Desperation can turn to joy. Fear is replaced with hope. Chaos
with purpose.
It might be midnight. The earthquake may have hit. He is the
answer to the most important question. What will you do?
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