Paul knelt down, hid his face in his hands and made a desperate effort to collect his thoughts.
I am tired, tired, tired, God, of all the devious paths I have sought out for myself. And now I am here to ask Thee to open to me—to open Thyself to me.—But at the same time he knew that what he saw in his own soul was only a reflection—in a tiny and uneven mirror—of reality. In reality it was God who had pursued him, tracked him down and hunted him from one hiding place to another. It was God whom he could no longer escape. God stood before him and bade him open. “Behold, I stand at the gate and knock. If any man shall hear my voice and open to me the door, I will come in to him and will ‘sup with him, and he with me.”