human
God be merciful to us, that's the cruel weaver!
gpt
We will calmly wait for him, said the brethren, and they remained standing. When the rider was quite close to them, he dismounted quickly and asked:
human
Do you belong to Jesus of Nazareth?
gpt
We are His disciples,
human
Receive me, receive me; I would become worthy to be His disciple.
gpt
But if I do not mistake, you are Saul who laid snares for Him?
human
Laid snares, persecuted Him and His, said the horseman, and his words broke swiftly from his lips:
gpt
Two days ago I rode out against those who said He had risen. Yet I was always thinking of this man who saw so strangely into men's minds. I thought of Him day and night, and of much that He had said. And as I was riding across the plain in the twilight, a light enveloped me, my horse stumbled, a white figure stood in front of me, and in the hand lifted towards Heaven was the mark of a wound. 'Who are you, to bar my way?' I exclaimed. And He answered, 'I am He whom you persecute!' It was your Master risen from the dead. 'Why persecute me, Saul? What have I done to you?' Your Jesus, the Christ, stood living before me! Yes, men of Galilee, now I believe that He is risen. And as, hitherto, I assailed His word, I will now help to spread it abroad. Brothers, receive me!