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Remix: Philemon – Biblical Goodness for the Short Attention Span

Okay, yeah. This is a repost of an earlier post. I originally wrote this way back in May of last year. But it’s kind of cool for me to reflect on it now at a distance. Specifically the part where I say “Distracted by all the things going on in my life right now…” because part of “all of the things” was that we were knee deep in the early stages of planting a church and had been thrown a few curve balls in the process. What a difference a few months can make. I know I said this yesterday, but it bears repeating: God is very, very good! BTW – I never did write a post about Hebrews, but if you haven’t read it in awhile, it is an awesomely good book.

Truth be told, this entry was going to be about Hebrews. I even have a rough draft floating around in my head somewhere and a title, “Why I’m loving’ me some Hebrews”. But every time I sit down to write about it, I end up going down several rabbit trails and have difficulty staying on topic. (Yes, shocking, I know.) I promise I’ll write about it soon, because I AM loving me some Hebrews!

Distracted by all the things going on in my life right now, and knowing I couldn’t wrap my head around all the ways that Hebrews is helping me look at said life with some biblical clarity, I resigned myself to blog a couple of quotes or a quick Top Ten List. Just as I was closing my bible, I noticed the book right before Hebrews — Philemon.

If you’ve never read Philemon, you should. Go get your bible and read it. I’ll wait right here………………Pretty good stuff, huh? Wedged between bible heavyweights Titus and Hebrews, Philemon is a short letter from the Apostle Paul that packs a punch. Now, Philemon is a friend of Paul’s, a model Christian, an active worker for Christ, and a slave owner. While imprisoned, Paul meets Philemon’s runaway slave, Onesimus. Onesimus has apparently stolen something from his master and has fled to Rome. Under Roman law, Philemon had every right to put Onesimus to death.

Paul writes this letter to his friend to convince him not only to forgive this runaway slave, but to welcome him home as a brother in Christ. There are a whole lotta lessons in this short letter, but to keep me on task, I’m going to focus on one train of thought.

“Therefore, although in Christ I could be bold and order you to do what you ought to do, yet I appeal to you on the basis of love. I then, as Paul — an old man and now also a prisoner of Christ Jesus — I appeal to you for my son Onesimus, who became my son while I was in chains. Formerly he was useless to you, but now he has become useful both to you and me.” (2:8-11) Because Paul was an elder and an apostle, he could have commanded that Philemon welcome Onesimus home with open arms. But instead, he chooses to appeal to his friend’s Christian commitment. He wanted him to want to take Onesimus back, not as a slave, but as an equal in the Body of Christ. I don’t know about you, but when someone tells me I have to do something, my mind goes into overdrive coming up with all the reasons why I don’t have to. When you counsel a friend about overcoming sinful behavior, do you blast them with bible verses, or do you appeal to what you see as their strengths? Do you give them some wiggle room and trust that the Holy Spirit will have a say in the matter? I hope we all do that.

“I am sending him — who is my very heart — back to you. I would have liked to keep him with me so that he could take your place in helping me while I am in chains for the gospel. But I did not want to do anything without your consent, so that any favor you do will be spontaneous and not forced. Perhaps the reason he was separated from you for a little while was that you might have him back for good — no longer a slave, but better than a slave, as a dear brother. He is very dear to me but even dearer to you, both as a man and as a brother in the Lord.” (2:12-16) Paul is saying, “This is a great guy, I’d love for him to stay with me, but because I love you both, I’m sending him back so that you can be blessed by what he has become. You haven’t lost a slave, you’ve gained a loyal friend and a brother in Christ. But again, the ball’s in your court.” Again — ample wiggle room.

“So, if you consider me a partner, welcome him as you would welcome me. If he has done you any wrong or owes you anything, charge it to me. I, Paul, am writing this with my own hand. I will pay it back — not to mention that you owe me your very self. I do wish, brother, that I may have some benefit from you in the Lord; refresh my heart in Christ. Confident of your obedience, I write to you, knowing that you will do even more than I ask.” (2:17-21) When you know someone that’s new to the faith, do you personally invest in their lives? Do you “cover their bets”, so to speak? Or do you give them a big hug, welcome to the family and say, “Good luck with all of THAT!”? You wouldn’t teach your child to swim one day and then let them go to the pool by themselves the next. You hang out in the shallow end, cheer them on as they tread water, and make sure you’re there in case they get into trouble. Which, by the way, the usually do. Trust that people will do the right thing, but don’t be offended or surprised when they don’t. Forgive them as Christ forgives you, help them up and get them back on track.

There’s a whole bunch of good stuff in this little letter; many rabbit trails I could go down, but for now, It’s enough for me to reflect on just a few of them. We never learn how the homecoming turns out, but I imagine a really cool reunion, where we see Onesimus walking toward Philemon (whose hoping that Onesimus will find his way back, but doesn’t know for sure). Philemon looks up from what he’s doing, recognizes Onesimus from a distance, stands up, starts walking toward his old slave and new friend. The camera zooms out for a wide shot, then fades to black….think last scene in The Shawshank Redemption.

A Trip to Sam’s Club: Part One

I went to Sam’s Club yesterday. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Sam’s Club, it’s a big warehouse store that sells things in bulk. Just picture a Walmart store on steroids. I’m not one to buy many things in bulk, but you can never have too many paper towels and rolls of toilet paper. You NEVER want to run out of toilet paper! I also needed to get some communion supplies for Convergence Christian Church. I know I haven’t blogged about it, but we’ve been meeting as a core group since July, and began meeting on Sunday mornings (and evenings) on August 3. It is our practice to celebrate communion each Sunday. We have been using the disposal type communion with the wafer (Styrofoam) and grape (rancid) juice (diluted) conveniently wrapped in one container. We have priced traditional communion trays, but have decided to hold off on this particular purchase. I have also come to the realization that those gold trays must actually be made of gold, because they are priced accordingly.
I’m kinda known as the “go to” gal when it comes to finding creative solutions or just finding stuff in general. I’ve even been compared to Red — Morgan Freeman’s character in The Shawshank Redemption. (If you remember the movie, Red could find anything and smuggle it inside the prison.) I’m actually pretty proud of this distinction, and so I consider each request a personal challenge. Our senior pastor (hee-hee, I still can’t get used to that) Jeff called and asked if I could find some small cups for communion. He would bring the grape juice and the bread/wafers. This is what I came up with: At Sam’s, I picked up some 1 ounce plastic containers (like the ones they might provide to squirt ketchup into at some of your finer eating establishments). We now have communion cups for at least the next couple of Sundays, as these particular containers come in boxes of 2000.
I am now three paragraphs into the post and haven’t even mentioned what I originally intended to write about. (Shocking, I know.) But that cool. I’ll save it for another post. (It’s really good, so check back!) I’ve gone too far down this rabbit trail to turn back now. I’ll let you know how the little one ounce containers work out. Our worship begins in a mere 4 hours. And since Sunday morning services are currently being held at la casa, I need to check the floors for dog poop and put the coffee on. I can’t wait!
Whether you are meeting at a church of 5000 or 5 today, or no church at all, may you experience the power of worship that brings you into His presence and — above all — glorifies His Holy Name. Because despite what you may have been lead to believe by Larry LaPrise, noted lyricist of “The Hokey Pokey”, THAT’s really what it’s all about…

And speaking of Larry LaPrise, I came across this obit while researching this blog post:
What with all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the almost unnoticed death of a very important person. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote “The Hokey Pokey”, died peacefully at home. He was 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in… and then the trouble started.
Thanks for indulging my silliness (again). Be blessed!