all the days in between

(In this week after Christ the King Sunday and before Advent, I’m thinking about being in between. And I found this old post.)

BreakfastPaul spent somewhere between 27 months and three years in Ephesus. We know what he did night and day for three years. We know what he did for two years. We know what he did for three months. We know what happened in a couple conversations on a couple of days.

However, we don’t know what he had for breakfast. We don’t know whether his coffee spilled and ruined his best robe. (Well, actually, since coffee hadn’t yet been found, we know that he never spilled his coffee. On the other hand, we are more clueless than ever how he was able to do the writing he did without coffee.) We don’t know where he lived or how comfortable the bed was or whether there was a bed. We don’t know

All we know about those three years is that he talked with people morning and night, in homes and in synagogues and in some lecture hall. A day at a time, a conversation at a time, he built relationships and taught.

And awhile later, when the leaders of the church in Ephesus that he helped build heard that they wouldn’t see him again, they wept. Cranky, obnoxious, combative Paul, and they were going to miss him.

Paul did have individual days. He had mornings where he couldn’t get his car started. He had mornings where he was out of ink. He had lunches that were wonderful. He lived a life full of minutes. Just because we have no record of them doesn’t mean he didn’t live them.

But for Paul, each day was an opportunity to understand God better:

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.