To those at Philippi.

Yes I am in chains

It bothers me not

My imprisonment brought on

Attentions whether

In jest or true following.

I could die I suppose.

To leave and be with Christ?

Immediately.

Or the servant’s otherwise.

Up to the Father.

But now humility is the chore

And longsuffering.

Think of the humiliation

Of the Master.

God, very God.

But lowered to man

For a suffering spell.

And I want to know Him

In all aspects, moving toward

His glorious Resurrection.

This is greatest cause for rejoicing.

I repeat, rejoicing.

Now in meantime you have weapons

For action, serving and thinking right.

Prayer, supplication and thanksgiving.

Speak often, and confidently to Father.

Control thinking processes

Unto good report and the lovely.

This sustains.

This prospers.

Bringing on contentment.

Not previously imagined.

But available as

Spiritual knowledge accumulates.

I will say it again friends

Rejoice, and at all costs

Flee from contention

Or divisions.

Epaphroditus, true to that serving spirit

Carries this Letter to you.

Embracing you for me.



(Written by Paul, the wandering church starter. But at this point in prison.)