Around the travelers an extraordinary light from heaven suddenly shone. Not Saul alone, but all his companions saw it. In Syria, and in the south generally, the midday sun shines and burns unbearably. But this light from heaven was even more astonishing in brightness and more piercing in its flame. Together with the light, some terrible but indistinct voice reached Saul's companions. As if by some dread gesture from heaven, they were all thrown to the ground in stunned amazement. When the others rose and partly recovered from terror, Saul still lay on the ground. In that prostrate state he saw an extraordinary human form and heard a human voice saying to him: "Saul, Saul, why do you persecute Me? It is hard for you to kick against the goads." But in that dreadful moment Saul did not recognize the One who spoke to him, because he had never seen Him on earth. "Who are You, Lord?" he said. "I am Jesus of Nazareth, whom you persecute!" This answer struck Saul with terror. In his soul, all that he had done against this Jesus of Nazareth instantly rose up with dreadful clarity. In unbearable trembling and fear he asked Him, "Lord, what do You command me to do?" To this came the merciful answer: "Rise, and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do."