Seriously, Man, did you really think you would have to smooze me in order for me to take Onesimus back without retribution? Do you think so poorly of me, or was that just a little insurance against me not doing you a "little favor"?
Yeah, I was pretty ticked off at first when he ran away. I paid good money for what I thought was going to be a good slave. I work hard for my money you know!
And then things began to happen. I began to look at others differently. Slowly, and I do mean slowly, I started looking at slaves as people, and ultimately as children of God.
I've heard about those scales that were on your eyes after meeting Jesus on the road to Damascus. Paul, I felt like I'd had scales of prejudice and bias on my eyes and my heart.
I can't tell you how blessed I am that you have sacrificed and sent Onesimus back to me. When I look at him, I see the burning light of the Holy Spirit shining brightly.
Don't worry about Onesimus, Big Guy, he's welcome in our community of believers. He's already begun to make himself useful. As soon as I read the part about you coming for a visit, he started looking for bedding and cleaning out a space for you.
Take care, Paul, and thanks for trusting me with Onesimus's return. See ya soon!
Dear Reader, I'm so embarassed to admit that going in and coming out I was surprised at the two young men who very cordially opened and held the doors for us. I let long hair, tatoos, piercings, and saggy, baggy pants put scales on my eyes and heart.
Am I the only one who still has to fight bias? Have you looked at someone different than you lately and made a faulty judgment?
Once again, my mouth drops open at the grace of God. Our Heavenly Father looks and listens to His sinful, self-centered kids and refuses to judge us the same ways we judge others. Can we say, "WOW!"