From the chair:
The soldiers were supposed to take Paul to Rome to stand trial. As the journey went on, the prisoner increasingly became the leader. At one point, when the ship was wrecked, the guards planned to kill the prisoners so they could not escape, but Paul not only convinced them to let them live, he led the way when they washed up on the island of Malta, and the whole crew enjoyed a pleasant winter on the island thanks to him.
“11 After three months we set sail in a ship that had wintered in the island, a ship of Alexandria, with the twin gods as a figurehead. 12 Putting in at Syracuse, we stayed there for three days. 13 And from there we made a circuit and arrived at Rhegium. And after one day a south wind sprang up, and on the second day we came to Puteoli. 14 There we found brothers and were invited to stay with them for seven days. And so we came to Rome. 15 And the brothers there, when they heard about us, came as far as the Forum of Appius and Three Taverns to meet us. On seeing them, Paul thanked God and took courage. 16 And when we came into Rome, Paul was allowed to stay by himself, with the soldier who guarded him.”
This may be slightly peripheral, but I’m struck again and again throughout the book of Acts by the hospitality of the fledgling Church. It seems wherever they go, there are those called “brothers” who will welcome them in, give thanks to God for them, take care of them. It makes me wonder whether I’ve really continued this heritage, or if I seal myself off from others. In Acts, hospitality is a central characteristic of the new people of God. what about at 201 Loetscher Place?
From the desk:
“On the third day the friends of Christ coming at day-break to the plan found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realized the new wonder; but even they hardly realized that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but of the dawn.”
-G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man, p.213
“The chair” is the one Annie aptly chose for the corner of our living room, and it’s where I am committed to daily hearing from God’s Word–the Word I above all else hope to speak to others. “The desk” is the one by my coffee grounds and spare charger (if I get to the library early enough); it’s where I have the privilege of reading and thinking all day, where I intend to learn for others’ sake.