Perhaps this is the reason he was separated from you for a while, so that you might have him back forever, no longer as a slave but more than a slave, a beloved brother—especially to me but how much more to you, both in the flesh and in the Lord. So if you consider me your partner, welcome him as you would welcome me. If he has wronged you in any way, or owes you anything, charge that to my account. I, Paul, am writing this with my own hand: I will repay it.
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This little letter amid the Gospels and the gloriously rich epistles is on the surface of things, a letter of reference for a former slave to be received as a partner in service. It is, at least, a hint of recognition that the flawed hierarchy of social economic status should be reshuffled by the criteria of the heart. Paul gives us all a window into what it means to treat one another which affection and dignity and how to call others up to that higher road. Those who are an example of service and sacrifice are noteworthy proponents of justice. A handwritten note and a sincerely heartfelt plea sound through the ages and will continue to resound long after the din of violent opining has passed.
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Direct my hand and quiet voice to those who most need it today, Lord.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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