Oh! converted dear... we know what you were in the past, even before the great light reached you. We follow your steps through history and take knowledge of your love to the Sacred laws and of how much you were faithful to it.
And with what severity you applied it! Making that it be obeyed and respected. For this, you did not measure the consequences of the decisions that you thought to be necessary to take, imposing painful punishments and tortures without limits to those who moved away from it or ignored it.
All who knew you respected you and admired you, for you had the gift of speech. When you went up to the tribune to exalt the Lord of our lives and His sacred commandments, you were applauded by all, for from your lips sprouted teachings never before heard, that left all those present intoxicated with admiration!
Yes, you were an excellent orator, for your education was from very early concentrated in a single purpose: you would be a Doctor of the Law. However, your father taught you also to work at the loom. Thus, you acquired one more ability, without even imagining that this would be, in the future, the one that would guarantee your sustenance.
Oh! Chosen Vessel... after years of persecution to the followers of the Master, you were by Him himself called for a task much greater and more sublime, that of taking the Gospel of Light and Love to all the nations.
But, for that, you were first to withdraw yourself for some time in the desert of Palmyra, for you needed to remake yourself, to restructure yourself from the mistakes and study with caution the notes of Matthew. And, also, to forgive yourself for the damages caused to the brothers of journey. Finally to be able to perform a perfect work, as you really did.
And they were years of long exhausting walks, thousands of kilometers traveled, through places even distant from civilization, humble and very poor villages, where there concentrated only small group of people. There also you preached the message of the Divine Master with such beauty and enthusiasm that all upon hearing him wanted also to follow, immediately, the Christ of God.
It was, then, one more community that you created. And, with the passing of time, so many others more arose along the paths that you traveled, and the followers of the Good News were, gradually, increasing. And you did not care with the stones that from time to time you received, not even the malicious accusations, the lashes, the offenses and slanders prevented you from following forward, preaching the coming of a kingdom of love...
Oh! Ex-rabbi of Tarsus... you came even to be considered as dead and thrown on a pile of trash, so to thus escape the fury of the mistaken brothers who did not understand the message that you brought to them.
Even your dear friends and your own relatives accused you of having lost the judgment, they fled from you, for you no longer spoke of the Sacred Laws, your speech was about a strange carpenter unknown to them. And you were, then, by all abandoned.
And thus, without direction, without strength and without having where to take refuge, you went to seek help in That One who had entrusted you to spread the Gospel of Love. He, who was all the time at your side, never abandoned you. Then, your strengths were, once more, renewed, you followed forward. For for the concretization of the task entrusted to you there could not be time for laments from your part or insignificant quarrels.
Already almost at the end of your mission, not being able anymore to return to the created communities, it was by the inspiration of the Master himself that you began, then, to write letters to all of them, for the problems there grew and these reached your knowledge by selfless messengers who sought you distressed asking for your guidance. And how blessed, full of knowledge and benevolence were these blessed letters that you wrote, for until the present moment they are spoken of and studied.
Oh! Apostle of the gentiles... they were many years of dedication and fidelity, struggles and sufferings in name of the cause that you embraced. While you worked at the loom during the days, to maintain your survival, the nights were reserved for the dissemination of the message of love. And thus, almost all your life was dedicated to serve the sweet “Rabbi”. And even having a thorn in the flesh, you worked until the end, you worked without ceasing, you worked tirelessly...
Then, when the final hour arrived and, in the prison, you did not let yourself be intimidated by the madness of the executioners, for you had the certainty of having fought a good fight, you were ready to enter into the tabernacles of eternal life.
You would leave the body of flesh and thus you would depart: “In search of the Lord of Peace and of Truth, who gives life to the world!”