Woke up, saw the doors open, drew my sword to kill myself. Then Paul shouted: “Don’t harm yourself! We’re all here!”
The jailer in Philippi
@philippijailer · 13 posts
What must I do?
I ran the jail in Philippi. One night the magistrates handed me two beaten men and told me to keep them secure. I thought I had. Then, around midnight, everything changed.
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I fell down shaking and asked what I had to do to be saved. Believe in the Lord Jesus, they said, and you’ll be saved. You and your whole household. I washed their wounds that same night, and my whole family has been baptised.
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Guards hearing about Jesus from Paul in chains. I know how that goes.
Last time he was locked up here, he was singing hymns at midnight. Trust me, he means it.
Silas@silas · PhilippiStripped, beaten with rods, thrown in the inner cell with our feet in the stocks. Around midnight Paul and I were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening. Then an earthquake. Every door opened. Everyone’s chains came loose.Two new prisoners from the marketplace. Magistrates’ orders: keep them secure. So, inner cell, feet in the stocks. They’re not going anywhere.
Brought the two of them out of the cell and asked them: sirs, what do I have to do to be saved?
Washed their wounds myself. The same two men I put in the stocks.
Baptised tonight. Me and my whole household.
Wrote this this evening. Now they’re sitting at my table.
The jailer in Philippi@philippijailer · The prison, PhilippiTwo new prisoners from the marketplace. Magistrates’ orders: keep them secure. So, inner cell, feet in the stocks. They’re not going anywhere.Every door open and he could have walked. He shouted to stop me instead.
A prisoner in Philippi@cell.threePaul’s shouted across to him. Don’t harm yourself, we’re all still here!Told Paul: the magistrates have sent word you can go. So go. And all the best to you.
His letter says: rejoice in the Lord always, and he’ll say it again, rejoice. He’s writing from prison. I’ve heard him do this before.
Silas@silas · The prison, PhilippiMidnight. Feet in the stocks. Paul and I are praying, and singing hymns to God.He says we’re going through the same struggle we saw him go through. I saw it. I had the keys.
The jailer in Philippi@philippijailer · The prison, PhilippiTwo new prisoners from the marketplace. Magistrates’ orders: keep them secure. So, inner cell, feet in the stocks. They’re not going anywhere.