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Making excellence count

Even excellence is not an end in itself for it gains meaning both from its supremacy and service only against the framework of truth. For otherwise excellence exceeds to no effect, no purpose, or even to ill effect (if tapped by a system of untruth or wasted to a system of meaninglessness/chaos)! For the labour of excellence to be redeemed even in the sole pleasure of one (the one himself excelling), requires both a system of truth within which there is scope and value in such supreme satisfaction of one, and even an appropriate context, for it’s not always that there is value in the one over the many! In fact excellence that is true in all its components is even the most excellent. Therefore Truth makes, pervades and employs excellence.

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The pick

The Gospel is the pick of the banquet.

No trapdoor

Life is its own justice. For the longer one lives in unrighteousness the harder it is to get out. And there isn’t any redemption at the end of it but judgement and hell. They didn’t get it wrong who said the mills of heaven grind slowly but they grind exceedingly fine!

For the taking

Even God can’t be taken for granted!

Truth in patches

Truth is not stuck in patches, but moves freely among all the parts that compose it. Especially it deals with the most relevant parts for the time/season. Don’t dilute, distort, disorient truth. Don’t appeal to it in patches. Don’t dwell only on what’s convenient to you. Deal with it fully.

What is, not isn’t

A friend isn’t one who isn’t many things, but one who IS some things. E.g. He is not merely NOT an enemy, stranger, hater, gossip, others, but IS some of these: one who invited the confidence to befriend/confide, one who heard the pain and shared it, one who helped work it out, one who dreamed along, one who shared the joys/successes/pleasures/prides, one who saved and guided, one who himself shared his life/struggles/failures/pains/successes, and so much else. Friendship more than what isn’t is about what IS.

One in a zillion Onesiphorus

Paul was no ordinary man, for his life was persistently dramatic, leaping from rung to rung, higher and higher in the ladder of spirituality and service: His exceptional turnaround/call, the steadily climbing graph of initiation and establishment in the faith, the calling/apostleship to the Gentiles, the practical spread of the Gospel to almost the whole of the then known world, among much much else such as even touching par with the disciples of Christ himself, or the relentless correspondence (letters – the bulk of the NT) he maintained with all his baby churches!! And here was this man finally in chains, in hardship and limitation and there wasn’t one to come to his aid!! It’s not that they didn’t know! It’s not that they couldn’t help! Except this lone Onesiphorus! It breaks one’s heart to read this towering spiritual giant find solace in an otherwise unknown nobody!

This one in the rest-of-the-world Onesiphorus responded differently, against the grain, in profound keeping with the simple/right/just/fair/noble need/deed of the hour: service, love, support, encouragement, strength, supply for, and identity with a man of God (more precisely a warrior, a martyr, a father, a defender) in his time of weakness, abandonment. The words are heavy with joy, desolation, vindication, wonder, pain, bewilderment, dependence, gratitude (the words of Paul to Timothy, about this diamond Onesiphorus):

May the Lord show mercy to the household of Onesiphorus, because he often refreshed me and was not ashamed of my chains. On the contrary, when he was in Rome, he searched hard for me until he found me. May the Lord grant that he will find mercy from the Lord on that day! You know very well in how many ways he helped me in Ephesus. 2 Tim. 1:16-18

It’s not new that diamonds are hard to find! The Diamond Man: Onesiphorus.