Paul in Arabia

But when God, who set me apart from my mother’s womb and called me by his grace, was pleased to reveal his Son in me so that I might preach him among the Gentiles, my immediate response was not to consult any human being. I did not go up to Jerusalem to see those who were apostles before I was, but I went into Arabia. Later I returned to Damascus. Then after three years, I went up to Jerusalem to get acquainted with Cephas and stayed with him fifteen days. (Galatians 1:15-18)

Paul’s first response when he was saved was not to seek the counsel of men…so he goes to Arabia? I am thinking he was there for three years, if not that then an indeterminate amount of time.

He didn’t seek the counsel of men in Arabia…so why did he go there? Was it a period of training for him? I can only assume so (I don’t know of any references to it elsewhere in scripture). So, who trained him? The Holy Spirit? Was it like when Jesus went into the desert for forty days and nights?

What do you think Paul did in Arabia?

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6 comments on “Paul in Arabia

  1. “But when God, who set me apart from my mother’s womb and called me by his grace”

    Idk why but this quote makes me very sad. It seems to be such a dull way of looking at the world. I direct you to what Dawkins said – I think this quote is far more wonderful:

    “We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.”

      • I just can’t see how looking at coincidentals and probabilities can bring the picture of beauty to mind. To me, God is beautiful. But, if you feel like the universe is put together through a conglomeration of random chances (pretty positive it’s incalculable probability), and that is beautiful to you…well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder I guess.

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