Galatians I

The infant church, the students of God, having learned what an unusual thing a church and a student of God is from Paul, suddenly became more concerned with where he got his resuscitation techniques than whether they, as his survivors, were truly alive. Paul was saying very specifically:
“I was not taught the gospel by men. I was not taught it by the apostles. I was not taught it by anyone. I was taught it by Jesus. I received it directly from Christ Himself.”
Paul the arrogant, Paul the genius, dared not receive it any other way. He intuited this. This was the critical lesson for him: not to rely on his intellect; his “learning.” He had learned enough from other men. He had learned enough from himself—and his own self had outsmarted him. So he went away to be alone with His savior and unlearn everything so he could learn anew. He was taught by a new Teacher; commanded by a new Master—not Gamelial; not Cephas; not any of the apostles. Paul learned the blazing gospel of Life from the scorching lips, under the flaming eyes and at the bronze feet of its bearer.