If someone made a movie about Paul’s experiences in Jerusalem, it would be full of what people call drama. A nasty Sanhedrin scene. A plot to kill him. Collaboration with the Sanhedrin. A nephew who discovers it and tells Paul, who sends him to the commanding officer, who puts together a detail with armed soldiers to whisk Paul off to Caesarea. A letter shaded by personal interests to a superior. It’s got everything. Moves fast.