2 Timothy 1:1-2:13 · Encouragement to Be Faithful
The Ministry of Refreshing
2 Timothy 1:1-2:13
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May the Lord grant mercy to the household of Onesiphorus, for he often refreshed me; he was not ashamed of my chains ... (v. 16)

Meet Onesiphorus.

Onesiphorus was a friend of Saint Paul’s. We ought to think about him. We ought to imitate him.

Saint Paul writes about Onesiphorus in his second letter to Timothy. Paul’s letters make up about a third of the entire New Testament. They are theological treasuries. For sublime thought, for spiritual energy, for powerful theology, they are probably without equal in Christian literature.

But they are letters, and as with all letters, in some ways the most interesting parts are the personal touches. Often Paul had to write with disappointment of the many fair-weather friends who deserted him in time of trouble. Often Paul had to warn against enemies who were out to burn him and other Christians. But other times Paul could write of those persons who did him great kindnesses. One of these is Onesiphorus.

This is what Paul, in chains in a Roman prison, writes to Timothy about Onesiphorus:

You are aware that all who are in Asia turned away from me, and among them Phygelus and Herogenes. May the Lord grant mercy to the household of Onesiphorus, for he often refreshed me; he was not ashamed of my chains, but when he arrived in Rome he searched for me eagerly and found

me - may the Lord grant him to find mercy from the Lord on that Day - and you well know all the service he rendered at Ephesus.

Timothy may have known, but we don’t know what service Onesiphorus rendered at Ephesus. We do know, however, that he "often refreshed" Paul in Rome.

Paul is one of the great men of history. Yet the less known man could and did minister to the greater man, refreshed him, helped restore his soul, gave him renewed strength for the struggle.

What sort of person was Onesiphorus? He had a record for service. His friendship wasn’t put off by the socially embarrassing, or perhaps even personally dangerous fact that Paul was in prison. Instead, he went out of his way eagerly to find his friend. What they talked about there in Paul’s cell, what word Onesiphorus had to say, we can only guess. But as a result of Onesiphorus’ visits, Paul felt brightened, cheered, rekindled: "He often refreshed me."

I think we can understand that. We all know activities, situations, and persons that drain off our energy. There are peopie whom to be with is an utterly exhausting experience. They exude a miasma that makes you wilt.

But if we are fortunate to have a friend like Onesiphorus, we also know people who build us up, who recharge our batteries. Then we may find ourselves saying, "The other day I was heavy-hearted," or, "I was low in spirit," or "I was weary," or any equivalent of confessing that we were in a spiritual prison, "and you, my friend, - perhaps not by any particular thing you said or did, but just by your Christian attitude of love and understanding, by your eagerly going out of your way to find me - you were the instrument by whom God restored my soul. You refreshed me. You helped me to make it through." And perhaps our friend will even say, "When did I help you? Our friend may not remember, but we do, with great gratitude. We thank God for sending us ministers of refreshment.

These are people like Onesiphorus. These are the spiritual Gunga Dins.

From Rudyard Kipling’s poem or from a movie, everyone remembers Gunga Din. Gunga Din was a water carrier attached to the British army in India. Gunga Din and his brothers were important parts of the fighting forces. In the heat of battle in that dry land, it was their job to carry the water around to thirsty men. Some of them displayed great courage as they performed their dangerous errands of mercy. A little imagination paints the scene: blazing sun, burning sand, gunsmoke, shells, bullets, wounded and dying men, and the water carriers. No wonder they were immortalized in poetry and song.

Spiritually, it’s not far from that scene to the scene Saint Mark describes at Golgotha, where Jesus on the cross was dying a lingering death by exposure to the sun’s blast and self-suffocation - I was about to say "an excruciating death," but we get that word excruciating from the word for cross; that’s exactly what it means. And Jesus cries out, "I thirst! I thirst!" And Saint Mark reports, "And one ran" - ran - to get something moist to hold to the parched lips of Jesus.

There ran the spiritual ancestor of Gunga Din and Onesiphorus and all the other ministers of refreshing. Of all that crowd who stood around the cross with vengeful, hate-filled hearts, or with uncaring curiosity, beholding Christ’s agony, here was one person who ran to do some little thing to relieve his thirst. If ever one small, anonymous act of kindness made someone blessed of God, surely that was it. "I was thirsty and you gave me drink." I love the person who that day ran and did that for my dying Lord.

The Bible reminds us constantly that God has all along been using spiritual water carriers in the ministry of refreshment, from the rock which gave the Hebrew children water on their toilsome way through the wilderness, to the seer’s vision of the river of life flowing from a sea like crystal surrounding the throne of God.

Who can forget the story of King David, parched from the heat of battle. Two soldiers crawled through no-man’s land to bring their beloved leader water. Humbled and lifted by the love of friends who would risk their lives to refresh him - and recognizing that such love had transformed that cup into an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace - David knew that he could never drink it for his own need. That water had become so pure that he could offer it only as a sacrifice to God. Was he still thirsty? His tongue and throat, yes, but that love had refreshed his spirit, restored his soul.

James Russell Lowell knew that it was the personal touch which transformed a cup of water into the Holy Grail - "The gift without the giver is bare." Onesiphorus went out of his way eagerly to seek Paul out. Whatever words Onesiphorus might have said, his self-giving alone would have lifted Paul’s spirit.

In Berthold Brecht’s play, The Good Woman of Setzuan, Wong, the water-seller, has a hard life. When water is scarce, he has to go a long and difficult way to fetch the water; when water is plentiful, he has no income. Shen Te, the "Good Woman," meets an aviator and falls in love. To celebrate her love, she wants to buy her flyer a cup of water, so she goes running to Wong in the rain. Wong says, bitterly, "Throw back your head and open your mouth and you’ll have all the water you need."

But Shen Te says tenderly:

I want your water, Wong
The water that has tired you so
The water that you carried all this way
The water that is hard to sell because it’s been raining.*
*Berthold Brecht, The Good Woman of Seizuan, Grove Press, Inc., New York, 1966, pp. 60, 61.

So we see how the mere substance of H20 alone is not enough, and that God has always used spiritual Gunga Dins and good persons in the personal ministry of refreshment.

It’s a major reason we’re in worship each Sunday. We find God to be the wellspring of living water who never fails to renew the strength of those who wait upon him.

The connection with the service of communion is clear. By the sacrifice he made of himself Jesus - our Servant Lord who taught us that whoever would be great among us should also be a servant - Jesus has transformed this cup into a sacrament of God’s love. We drink this cup - not water or even mere wine, but the blood, that is to say, the very person, the life of Christ, of love itself - in remembrance that Christ gave his life for us, and we are thankful. Our souls are restored.

If we love him, we will feed his sheep. Refreshed, we will become ministers of refreshment. It is an important assignment in the army of God. It is an act in which God bestows blessing.

Soon we’ll unite in this simple act. We’ll sip. With scarcely enough to moisten the lips, we’ll drink refreshment for our souls. It’s so much more than a mere ritual act! It’s a sacrament, brought to us by Christ’s sacrifice for our sakes to renew life within us for his sake and for the sake of his little ones.

Let me make a prayer for all of us as we commune. It’s simply this: that, as we are refreshed, God will grant us grace that we may become persons who refresh others who thirst. In our daily round of duties and activities, in our home life, may we become more sharply aware of the needs of those about us, of the painful if often hidden ways in which their souls may thirst after some word of concern, of understanding, of encouragement, of loyalty, of love. In the heat of life’s battle, may we bring the refreshing of God’s love.

May someone have cause to say of us, "He or she often refreshed me."

We may one day be surprised with joy to hear our Master say, "I was thirsty, and you gave me drink."

"Lord, when saw we thee thirsty and gave thee drink?"

"Inasmuch as you did it unto one of the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me."

- Robert John Versteeg

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