To my Timothys
Sometimes I read a passage of Scripture that feels just as fresh as a brand-new book. Not only that, but I feel like it's some sort of secret that God kept for me, waiting for the perfect time to understand what it says and know what I should do with it. Second Timothy is that book today. I almost feel guilty reading it; I mean, it was from the old man Paul to young Timothy, who was a preacher, missionary, and friend. It is as personal as perhaps any other letter in the Bible. In it, Paul asked Timothy to bring him his coat before winter (4:13), warned Timothy to be cautious around a man who did him harm (4:14-15), identified some men by name who have turned away from truth (2:17), and praised the faith of Timothy's mother and grandmother (1:5), who Paul obviously knew and was able to see that same faith passed down to young Timothy. So personal. So specific. An older to a younger, conveying not only wisdom but urgency: not only was Paul looking at his own death (4:18) b...