“…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 to me.” (Philemon 1:10-11)

When I was studying for pastoral ministry, the Scripture we used in the course on Biblical Interpretation was Paul’s Epistle to Philemon.  I have been a fan of this small book, one of the shortest in the New Testament, ever since.

Philemon was, as far we know, a prosperous Christian in the city of Colossae.  He was also a slave owner.  One of his slaves, a man named Onesimus, had run away and found his way to Paul who was under house arrest in Rome because of his testimony for Christ.  We don’t know any of the circumstances that led to his decision to escape; however, under the rules of slave ownership in the Roman Empire during the 1^st century, Philemon had absolute authority over his slaves.  Had Onesimus been caught or had he returned voluntarily, Philemon had the authority to do anything he wanted to punish Onesimus, including having him executed.

Onesimus was a believer as well, or at least he became one.  We don’t know the timing of his conversion, although the one clue we have is that it happened following his escape from the household of Philemon, likely under the discipleship of Paul.  We also know that he was of great help to Paul during his time of imprisonment, as Paul says this to Philemon in his letter.  Paul was sending Onesimus back to Philemon, and exhorted Philemon to receive Onesimus as a brother in Christ and a co-laborer in the gospel.  Paul went so far as to ask Philemon to charge to him any debt Onesimus might have owed.  Because of the risk to Onesimus in returning, Paul was explicit about his authority as an Apostle (and therefore his status as a spiritual superior over Philemon) as a way of protecting Onesimus from potential harm.

That is all background to highlight an interesting literary characteristic in this letter, the use of word play.  Onesimus is a Greek word that means useful or profitable.  This was, it seems, not the character he displayed in his former time under Philemon’s ownership, but under the influence of Paul and perhaps others, Onesimus had grown into his name.  He had become a faithful and useful servant of GOD; and Paul wanted Philemon to receive him as such.  By all indications, this is exactly what happened because we know that Onesimus is again mentioned in the Epistle to the Colossians, described by Paul as “our faithful and dear brother” (Col. 4:9).  In challenging the cultural norm of Philemon’s status as slave owner, Paul asked him to set aside his position as one in complete authority to being one under authority, in reality, under GOD’s authority.

In a branch of philosophy that deals with Subjects and Objects, the Subject is always the observer, and the Object is what is being observed.  An example would be if I saw a bicycle.   I would be the Subject, and what I observed (the bicycle) would be the Object.  Now let’s add a little theological thought to the example.  If I had built the bicycle and painted it blue.  I would still be the Subject, but now I would be more than an observer, I would be a creator who defined the nature of the Object I observed; a blue bicycle.   Stick with me.  This is going somewhere.

For the moment, think of GOD as the Divine Subject, creating, interacting with and observing   the Objects of His creation.  Using the example of the blue bicycle, this Divine Subject would have full authority to define the nature of whatever and whomever He created.  As His created Objects (imbued with His image), those who say they believe in Him would, theoretically, demonstrate the nature He desired, i.e. consistent with His image.  But the combined impact of the fall and the freedom we have often leads to us choosing to live as if we were the Subjects and not the Objects.

Characteristics of a Subject person include having an identity not dependent on another, having the authority to make choices for self and possibly for others, having these attributes recognized and accepted by others, and/or receiving credit for whatever positive achievements in life are attained.  In our relationship with GOD, can we both be Subjects?  If we insist on being a Subject person, can we be useful to GOD, that is can we be as Onesimus?

Philemon was probably very accustomed to being a Subject person in his world, giving definition to the life of Onesimus and others, something that Onesimus apparently rejected as expressed by his escape. Related questions I’ve been wrestling with include whether, despite my declaration of faith in Jesus Christ and my choice to follow Him as a disciple, do I express myself more as a Subject person or as an Object person.  Using my own explanation, do I consistently allow (and even seek for) GOD to give my life definition or do I exert self-interest in that?  Am I willing to be the Object to His Supreme Subject?  It seems to me those are the same questions Philemon faced.

A substitute word for Object is Servant.  Rephrased, the question becomes: am I willing to be a Servant to GOD, that is think like one and live like one in my relationship with Him?  And here’s the kicker: am I willing to do the same in my relationship with others?  If I am truly following Jesus, who said, “I came to serve, not to be served” (Matt. 20:28; Mark 10:45), then I need to see others as Subject people.  I think this is what Mother Teresa meant when she talked about seeing Jesus in every person to whom she ministered.  I pray (literally) that whatever usefulness I may have to the kingdom will be guided by that thinking and by walking that pathway.

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The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge (Psalm 46:7)

Toward the end of the movie, The Color Purple¹, a principal supporting character, Shug Avery, is reconciled to her estranged pastor father and he to her.  Shug is a strong-willed and very talented singer who years earlier had left the church and singing with the choir for the “fast life” as a club singer, along with other lifestyle choices that deeply angered her father.  A seemingly insurmountable obstacle had grown between the two of them, what the Bible calls a wall of separation.

In the scene I’m thinking of, Shug had returned home after having been away.  She and her friends, some of whom were musicians, were picnicking on a beautiful Sunday.  They were not too far from her father’s church.  She is entertaining everyone, singing a jazz number and the musicians are backing her up.  Cut away to her father standing in his pulpit, preaching.  It was a warm day, and the church windows were open.  Some of the congregation could hear her singing in the distance.  One woman interrupts the pastor to ask the choir to sing, God’s Trying to Tell You Something².  The choir begins. For a moment, Shug and the choir are singing over each other.  Then Shug, something pulling at her heart, begins singing with the choir from a distance as she begins walking toward the church.  The musicians join in as the crowd moves with her.  Her father, recognizing her unique voice, looks up surprised but with longing for his daughter.  She walks through the doors of the church; the choir soloist steps back to join with the other choir members as Shug assumes the solo part. Everyone is transfixed as, still singing, she approaches her father, tears streaming down both their faces as they hug, and she whispers in his ear, “See daddy, even sinners have souls.”  The church erupts in joy at their reconciliation.  This is a GOD moment.

I’ve seen that scene many times, and am always captured by it.  To say that it is powerful is an understatement.  More importantly, it reinforces for me my belief that GOD is always trying to tell us something.  He had something for Shug to hear and He had something for her father to hear.  I believe He has something for you and I to hear.  The question for us is whether we have ears to hear what GOD is saying.  We only develop this ability by actively caring what He has to say, and setting aside those obstacles that interfere with our receptivity to His voice.

In the strange times in which we live, when emotional tumult and people living at cross purposes seems to be not only the order of the day, but common to our time, and when interior peace is a precious commodity hard to find and keep, what if GOD is trying to tell us something?  This morning I was drawn to reread Psalm 46, which begins by reminding us that GOD is our refuge and strength, a very present help in time of trouble (as opposed to the strategies we’ve self-created or modeled after other people).  The psalmist goes on to list some incredible hypothetical catastrophes that would cause people to tremble in terror if they actually happened.  It is here that GOD says, through the psalm, “Even if the very worst you can imagine happens, relax; don’t get yourself all worked up.  Remember who I Am.  At the right time, everyone will know who I AM, and they will exalt me.  But for now, I want you to remember, and trust me to care for you in the midst of your earthly reality.”

I find myself in a lot of conversations these days in which people are upset over things far beyond any of our control.  My flesh wants to be upset too.  I want to shout at the wind, too, “Why must this be!”  But then I remember Psalm 46, and rather than help fan the flames of discontent and discord, I want to be a peacemaker for Christ’s sake.

Maybe GOD is trying to tell us something.  Just sayin’.

1.  Color Purple was distributed in 1985 by Warner Bros. and was produced by Amblin Productions. It was directed by Steven Spielberg, and was based on the Pulitzer Prize winning novel of the same name by Alice Walker.
2. God’s Trying To Tell You Something. Lyrics by Tata Vega.

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“He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.” (Isaiah 53:3)

 “In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it… He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him.  He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him.”  (John 1:4-5, 10-11) 

“Do not think that I came to bring peace on earth. I did not come to bring peace but a sword.” (Matthew 10:34)

Many years ago, reading one of Chuck Swindoll’s books (I believe it was Improving Your Serve), I was struck by this line (my paraphrase): “Most people only want $3.00 worth of GOD.  They want just enough to feel good, but so much that it will demand something from them.”  I think that’s the main reason Jesus was and continues to be offensive to so many people; His standard was so much higher than the common preference ($3.00 worth).  His was to seek all of GOD, and that meant yielding all of Himself to GOD.  Do you remember how deeply impressed Jesus was with the widow who placed her two pennies into the Temple offering, and by comparison, how unimpressed He was with those who gave so much more out of their abundance?

The life of Jesus was relatively simple to understand because He lived by absolutes: He obeyed GOD; He communed with GOD; He trusted GOD; He was filled with GOD’s Spirit; He despised sin in all of its shades; He offered mercy and grace to every sinner: He offered them abundant life; He made broken people whole; He claimed to be the doorway to GOD; He challenged people to follow Him (i.e. follow His life model); and He lived and died sacrificially.  Amazingly, many find Him, for these reasons, to be offensive to their lives.

LET ME MAKE SURE I UNDERSTAND.  YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY SURE, THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES?

I suspect that the root of the offense is the idea of a sovereign GOD.  If GOD is sovereign, then there is no room for me to define how much of Him I want and how much I don’t.  I can’t treat Him like a religious menu.   It’s ironic that those who resist some or all of the absolutes related to who Jesus is, want absolute freedom to choose how much of Him they accept.  But if GOD is sovereign and Jesus is GOD incarnate, then Jesus is the Lord to whom I need to cede all control.  Jesus knew His very being would be a problem for people which is why He said, “Blessed are those who do not take offense at me” (Matthew 11:6; Luke 7:23).

Of course, many have chosen to follow Him, imperfectly but a deep sincerity that does not allow them to soft-sell Him.  That kind of commitment tends to make them offensive as well.  As far as we know, all of the apostles, along with the early Church, were persecuted severely, and all but one was martyred.  This pattern continues today in some parts of the world where the underground Church is alive and doing the business of proclaiming the Savior at great risk.  Even in many of the world’s more tolerant places, it is common for Christ and His followers to be dismissed and even mocked.  He knew this would happen, and He exhorted His own to keep the faith, and to not grow tired of doing good.

And so the question I’m left with is whether I prefer to be an offense for Christ or an offense to Him.  If, in fact, He brought a sword (His Word) to force division and the need to choose (it’s what He said), I choose to be an offense for Him.  Look, I don’t want to be offensive to anyone; and I certainly don’t want to be dismissed or ignored or mocked.  I don’t want anyone angry at me; but if it comes down to it, I’d rather have Jesus.

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Do you know Henri Nouwen?  If not, you should check him out…he’s easily found on the internet, along with the many books he has written.  A thumbnail description includes him being a fairly contemporary Roman Catholic cleric who resigned from a prestigious teaching position at one of the Ivy League universities in order to work with severely disabled adults.  I would recommend him to anyone seeking a thoughtful, mature spiritual voice able to speak across denominational lines.

Something from his writings reminded me of to acknowledge many who have had a strong influence on my life.  As I near the end of my sixth decade, I realize that it took a lot of people to help me become me.  These are people GOD placed in my life and pathway at just the right time, starting with my parents.  There are so many things I would say to them if I could, things I didn’t have the insight or appreciation to say when they were alive.  I realize that I was loved by my parents.  I know that they sacrificed for me in big and little ways, some of which I know of and I’m sure many that I don’t.  I know that they suffered pain through the loss of a daughter, my sister, and even strains in their own relationship. Still, they pushed me to be me.

I recall Mr. P., my eighth grade homeroom and social studies teacher, who told me he would intellectually emancipate me, and who did not make it easy; but he was always interesting.  I remember Mr. R, my high school US History I and II teacher who told me I was slipping when I only got a 97 on one of his exams (I still have the blue book with his comment written on the cover).  And then there’s my college roommate with whom I am still bosom buddies after nearly 50 years (I just spoke with him a three days ago).  It is doubtful in life that two people so dissimilar in background and personality would become as close as brothers, with both of us winding up in pastoral ministry.  I don’t gamble, but Vegas odds would have been something like 10 million to one on our vocational outcome (bet a dollar in 1973 that those two would both become pastors and win $10 million years later).  To say that he pushed me to experience some things outside of my comfort zone is an understatement.  All I can say is, GOD is merciful and gracious, and so full of love.

I cannot forget Mrs. T., a college counselor, who called me on it when I wasn’t being me, and later, a boss who challenged me to trust my instincts and step up my game.  It was his hard nudging that enabled me to do a lot of things years later that probably would have never happened had it not been for his mentorship.  And of course, I dare not forget all of the pastors,  pastoral colleagues, and the people of GOD from whom I have learned so much, including one who had the ability to get into my head like few others (my college roomie and my wife being the other two).  Finally, to her with whom I have shared a life, thanks for never settling for other than my best.

Being pushed isn’t always comfortable, and all of us have those people in our lives who push us for the wrong reasons and in ways that are not helpful.  But that doesn’t negate the powerful, positive impact of and value gained from those who saw something in us that a little (or a lot of) pushing could polish.  That’s true even of people like Henri Nouwen who gave me the idea.

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And I sought for a man among them, that should make up the hedge, and stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it…” (Ezekiel 22:30)

This morning (Sunday), I was thrust into preaching at a church service I was attending.  The pastor who was scheduled to preach was involved in a car accident while traveling to the church.   It seems his visibility was hampered by heavy rain when someone cut in front of him.  Fortunately, neither he nor his wife nor anyone else was injured, and we were able to chat briefly later in the afternoon.

I expected to “give greetings” as is common in church ministry, but preaching was not on my radar…initially.  It wasn’t until I was just about to eat breakfast that I sensed a need to have a sermon ready “in my back pocket.”  So I readied myself.

All of this reminds me that we never really know what life will bring, moment by moment.  The decisions we make, the circumstances over which we have no control, that one second which might be the difference between our going on about our day or disaster is always a constant in our lives.  We don’t begin or end our days thinking of this, but it is our reality nonetheless.  For years, I’ve been fond of saying that none of us are guaranteed any moment other the one in which we’re currently standing.  Beyond that, only GOD knows, just like I believe He knew that accident would happen and like I believe He placed it in my mind to have a sermon ready…just in case.

I think the word He spoke through the prophet Ezekiel is similar.  The spiritual deterioration of GOD’s people was leading them to an apostasy from which they might not recover.  So far were their hearts and wills from the heart and will of GOD that He judged that punishing them by destroying their land was better than them destroying themselves.  But He desired their repentance more than He desired to punish them, and searched for someone to be a fence on their behalf, someone to be a hedge of protection who would stand in the gap in intercession for them, someone who would plead their case, and still His anger.

Several years ago Christian artist, Fred Hammond, made popular again on the “contemporary urban gospel” charts, a song written decades ago by Sam Cooke, Jesus Be A Fence.*  It’s an up-tempo song whose lyrics, summarized, plead for Jesus to provide protection from the evils of the world and to fulfill His role as our interceding High Priest.  It is a fun song to listen to and sing along with…but good teaching doesn’t stop there.

The Apostle Peter teaches that believers are a holy nation of priests, those who are called to reveal the wonder and glory of GOD.  As priests, it is our role to be that fence, that hedge, that one who will plead the case for those who may be a decision, an uncontrollable circumstance, a second away from disaster.  I can’t think of a better way to love our neighbors as ourselves.  Jesus, make me a fence.

*  Jesus Be A Fence. Performed by Fred Hammond. Written by Sam Cooke. 

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My father traveled a lot when I was a child and teen, and even during my college years.  It was a necessity of the kind of work he did.  The trips he took tended to be for weeks, sometimes a couple of months at a time.    My first recollection of him going away was when I was 7; it was traumatic for my young psyche because I knew I wouldn’t see him for a long time.  That trip was to Pt. Barrow, Alaska (now just called Barrow), the northern most point in the United States.

Each occasion after that, it got a little easier as I grew accustomed to the routine: more trips to Alaska, the Baffin Islands off the northeastern coast of Canada, England, Italy and Germany are the ones I recall.   He always sent my mother and me letters and postcards, and would call regularly.  Dad was an amateur photographer, and when he came home he always had cool slides of the places he had been.  We would turn out the lights and project them on a screen.  Five and six decades later, I can still see some of those scenes in my mind’s eye.

During my kid years, it was invariable that just about as soon as he hit the door returning from a trip, I would run to him to give and get a hug, and I would ask, “What did you bring me?”  He always had something, but for the life of me, I can’t recall any of them (with the exception of something he brought me when I was in jr. high school that reminded me of school).  I’m sure I was happy with whatever those tokens were, with that one exception. But the fact that I can’t recall them says that I was happier that he brought himself home more than any trinket he brought with him.

I was reminded of this in the morning hours when reading Luke’s account of Jesus teaching His disciples not to worry about food or clothing or other material provisions, but to focus instead on seeking the kingdom of GOD (Luke 12).  Near the ending of one section, Jesus concludes by saying, “Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom” (v.32).   What did my Father bring me?  He brought me His kingdom.

He did that by bringing me His King, who invited me to follow Him.  He did that by giving me new life and adopting me, and inviting me to be His son, and to call Him Father.  He did that by giving me the Spirit of His King, and inviting me to be filled by Him.

What is this kingdom like?  It is beyond all the similes and metaphors Jesus used to describe it in the Gospels because they are only finite examples that attempt to describe the infinite Him.  We may forget about a precious pearl and a silver coin and a treasure in a field.  We may forget about mustard seeds and leaven and nets filled with fish and vineyards of grapes.  But we dare not forget about Jesus.

What did my Father bring me?  He brought me the only thing worth having, the only thing that will last forever.  He brought me Himself.

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