Today, my quiet time took me to Philemon, that tiny, little-studied book of the Bible Paul wrote to Philemon, his “beloved co-worker” on behalf of his slave, Onesimus. Lately, I’ve been writing down the scripture I read because my brain just won’t stop and focus on a single thought or task on its own, and I have to trick it into paying attention. Believe me, it’s not because I’m some spiritual powerhouse in my quiet time. Writing it down, however, slowed my thinking and led me to a funny thought. Paul’s writing style, in his old age, became more like Marie Barone (Everybody Loves Raymond) than the style of his earlier writings.
A friend of mine recently shared her thoughts upon giving a cast iron skillet as a wedding gift. Words are not her thing, even though her thoughts were quite clear, so she asked me to help her put those thoughts into words for the young bride and groom. Together we managed to compile a [Read more…]