I’ve been to a few youth conventions in my life. You know, those mass-packed stadiums of exhortation and challenge. I’ve been to my fair share as a youth and then a good handful as a youth chaperon in college and then as a “youth pastor’s wife” here on this side of life.
I’ve found over my years that the music has changed from being familiar singalongs to I-have-no-idea-who-that-guy-is songs. I’m sure, friends, that as the music has changed so have I.
Those wonderful youth conventions turned from just-right music to did-you-bring-the-cotton-balls music. Again, friends, I did the changing. And while some youth conventions end with outlandishly entertainment-only speakers, I have heard my share of good challenges and, what we “old people” of the faith call “charges” at revival-type settings.
In my quiet-time reading yesterday I felt the desire to check out Philemon again. Good old Philemon; wronged by his disobedient slave who stole from him and ran off (Sentencing the slave with a punishment of death according to Rome should he be found). Poor Christian Philemon…. now what? And then this letter arrives from a dear friend, mentor, and brother-in-Christ, Paul. And the letter says what? The slave is now a Christian and is the bearer of the letter? Now what should you do, Philemon? When put at the crossroads of trial, what should be the response?
The Bible never tells us. Thanks! Good suspense novel missing the last chapter! But again, you know how I like those unsettled-in-the-middle stories.
Only my heart shifts instead to the slave: Onesimus. Onesimus is translated to mean “useful”. Paul and his witty self using the play on words that Onesimus is no longer useless, but instead in Christ is useful. Nerd joke alert! Gotta love that Paul.
And yet the term sticks. Am I Onesimus for the Kingdom? That is, am I useful for the Kingdom?
Each day we have an opportunity. I hope to seize that opportunity today. Not that my record could be cleaned or my name looked better upon, but that I would be proof that only Christ can do the changes that are inside of me. Just like Onesimus.
And one more thing, what if God calls you not to the exciting missions field where you get to witness first-hand the Kingdom work, but instead right on back to where you were running away from? Is He any less God? Is that cause to return to uselessness?