The promised story. :)

     "The Sanhedrin was assembled, but there was no one to judge."  The man laughed.  "As you can imagine, that didn't make the men's tempers any better.  Finally, someone reported that they were in the temple courts again, teaching."
     Luke nodded, and the narrator proceeded.
     "When the guards brought them before us, Annas was the first to speak:
     "'We gave you strict orders not to teach in this name, yet you have filled Jerusalem with your teaching, and are determined to make us guilty of this man's blood.'
     "His voice was high and haughty, but that was understandable.  After all, we thought that he was the only man who could intercede between us and God.
     "The men were not disturbed at the high priest's accusation.  They replied, 'We must obey God rather than men!  The God of our fathers raised Jesus from the dead- whom you killed by hanging him on a tree.  God exalted him to his own right hand as Prince and Savior that he might give repentance an forgiveness of sins to Israel.  We are witnesses of these things, and is is the Holy Spirit, whom God has given to those who obey him.'
     "With that, cries of 'Blasphemy!' rang out across the room and in my own heart."
     The storyteller paused here.  Even if Luke hadn't been one of his closest companions, the agony on the man's face would have been evident.  Several minutes passed before he began to speak again.
     "Of course we were angry.  Everyone's tempers had been on edge before the men got there, and the speech did nothing to calm us.  How dare these men tell us that what they had seen- if indeed they saw it, a fact which I highly doubted- was greater than our law.  A carpenter from Nazareth could not forgive sins.  No, we, God's chosen people, Abraham's descendants, we were the ones who obeyed God.  We brought sacrifices to the temple each year and took great care to follow the law.
     "As these thoughts raced through my head, waves of fury broke over me, and indeed, the entire room seemed to be vibrating with hatred, fear, and self-righteous anger.  There were whispers that the men deserbed to die immediately- a solution I found immensely to my liking.  Then, among the confusion, my teacher stood.
     "'Put the men outside.' he thundered.
     "His name was Gamaliel.  The people loved him and esteemed him highly.  I was fortunate to have such a rabbi, and I knew it.  Still, I wriggled uncomfortably in my seat as he stood there.
     "'Men of Israel,' he addressed us, 'Consider carefully what you intend to do with these men.'
     "Just as I had expected, Gamaliel had remained calm.  His voice was under control, and his wisdom, which had won him favor among the people, had not forsaken him.
     "He began his lecture.  'Some time ago Theudas appeared, claiming to be somebody, and about four hundred men rallied to him.  He was killed, all his followers were dispersed, and it all came to nothing.'
     "Some of the older heads were nodding.  He continued,
     "'After him Judas the Galilean appeared in the days of the census and led a band of people in revolt.  He, too, was killed, and all his followers were scattered.  Therefore, in the present case I advise you:  Leave these men alone!' his voice rose louder, 'Let them go!  For if their purpose or activity is of human origin, it will fail.'
     "No one could disagree with him.  By this time, it seemed that most of the men had been persuaded.  I was too, but, unlike them, I continued to listen.
     "'But if it is from God, you will not be able to stop these men.'
     "The message was simple:  Let's let Rome deal with the radicals.
     "Something inside me rebelled.  I refused to sit there and let out traditions and faith be blasphemed everywhere.  'Gamaliel might be content to sit back and wait for Rome to come to the rescue,' I thought, 'But I will fight for God.'"
     The old head sagged.  "I was so young, and so foolish."
     Luke looked into the kindly eyes of the man who had been his traveling companion and father in faith- the very faith that he had once persecuted.
     "Yes, but God has used that ugly story in powerful ways."
     Paul smiled.  "His grace to me was not without effect."

Epilogue
Gentiles everywhere praise God that Jesus is the only man who can intercede between us and God...  And for the testimony and encouragement of this godly man.

That's all I've got, folks.  If you want more of Paul's story, Read Acts 9, or any of his letters in the New Testament.  They're pretty awesome.  :)