On Monday, July 4, most of the nation’s thoughts were drifting toward our independence, our national heritage, the evening’s fireworks and just how many hot dogs Joey “Jaws” Chestnut would eat in 10 minutes at the annual “Nathan’s Famous Fourth of July International Hot Dog Eating Contest” (62, as it turns out).
That morning I awoke in a more or less patriotic mood. To reflect my thankfulness for living in America, I took a few steps to honor my nation: rather than wear my usual black knit shirt and tan shorts to work, I donned a white oxford, tan pants and topped it off with an American flag tie.
Yes, I proudly serve my country- one latte at a time.
After I got in my car and began backing out of the driveway, I noticed something was wrong with the steering. I stopped, got out and looked. Sure enough, I had a flat tire.
Before changing the tire, I removed my shirt and tie. Then, feeling like an old Italian man in my undershirt and long pants, I began the process of taking off the old tire and replacing it with the “donut” spare.
My car has four lug nuts that secure the wheel; three gave me no trouble whatsoever to remove. The fourth, though, didn’t like change and refused to budge. With increasing perspiration, I tugged on it with all my might.
At this point, I no longer felt I resembled an old Italian man; thanks to the freely flowing sweat, I looked the part as well. I probably would have been more at home standing on a balcony, talking with my neighbors, and gesturing profusely with my hands.
After several minutes tugging on the wrench, something began to happen. Filled with hope, I gave one last pull and the lug nut came off.
Along with the stud.
Prior to this, I was mildly annoyed with the situation; after this, I was completely frustrated. Regardless, however, I got the spare attached and continued on my way to work.
All was well until I was halfway there and driving along a stretch of road where I could not pull over. I began to notice a slight vibration in the steering wheel which quickly progressed to active shaking. I continued at a reduced speed until I came to a side street.
I stopped the car and got out to look at the spare. The first thing I did was check the lug nuts; they were tight. Wondering what was wrong I stepped back and saw the problem- the spare was flat. Somehow I managed to get the car to the local Target parking lot. Unable to go any further, I called work and had a friend come pick me up.
One hour, two tires and a second car later, I arrived at my job.
Upon reflection, these events remind me of an episode in the life of Paul. In 2 Timothy 4 Paul wrote to Timothy: “Do your best to come to me soon…When you come, bring the cloak that I left with Carpus at Troas, also the books, and above all the parchments… At my first defense no one came to stand by me, but all deserted me.” (4:9-16, ESV).
Greater than my being stranded in a parking lot, Paul was unable to leave the location he was writing from; after all, he was imprisoned in Rome and awaiting his death (4:6). His friends had either abandoned him or had gone to minister in other locations (v 10). The only person he had with him was his friend and physician Luke.
Yet he wasn’t ready to stop. He had a job to do as long as he was alive, and he needed Timothy’s help to do it.
Just as I needed a spare tire to get going that morning, Paul needed Timothy to bring him some “spares”- his cloak, his books and his copies of Scripture. We don’t know what happened to his original cloak or copies of Scripture. Perhaps they were confiscated by the Roman authorities. Perhaps, like my regular tire, they were worn out through constant use. Regardless, Paul could not continue in effective ministry without them.
Not only did Paul need replacements of some necessary items, Paul also needed a few choice people to help him stay strong until the end. I believe Paul’s need of human companionship is why he asked Timothy to bring Mark with him, so that the two of them could minister to him. Their ministry to Paul would be felt by everyone who Paul witnessed to and taught; as such, they were impacting the world for Christ by assisting Paul himself.
My adventures that Monday helped bring to life 2 Timothy 4. I gave my all but could not make it to work because my car could not go any further. However, since I still had a job to do, I called for help and received it. I was delivered to my destination and eventually my car was delivered to a mechanic who was able to repair the stud and replace the tire.
Paul was at the end of his life, but he still had a job to do. Unfortunately, he was not able to continue on without help so he called to his “son in the faith,” Timothy. Presumably, Timothy brought Paul the supplies he needed as well as the companionship he requested. As a result, Paul was able to continue in ministry until he died.
Like my car, Paul had nothing left to spare. Yet God met him there through the actions of a few friends and kept him going until he reached his final destination.
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