Colossians is a letter containing statements of utmost majesty. Speaking of Christ, Paul writes “He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities – all things were created through him and for him…” And so he continues, painting with vivid imagery and bold words the greatness of the one he calls Kurios – Lord.

As I read through the whole letter in one sitting, I was caught up in the immensity of his proclamation about the splendour of the Messiah, the freedom of the saints, and the vision of new life. And then I reached the end. And the final verse hit me with no less force than the rest of this grand letter.

“I, Paul, write this greeting with my own hand. Remember my chains. Grace be with you.“

You have to read this final flourish with heavy pauses and dwell on each sentence.

“I, Paul, write this greeting with my own hand. Love. Remember my chains. Longing. Grace be with you.“

I wonder if Paul highlighted how he wrote this greeting in order to draw the eye to his hands… and wrists. “Remember my chains.“

And here I am, 2000 years later, reading this what-then-must-have-seemed-somewhat insignificant letter, written by a passionate and perplexing little man in prison. Remembering his chains.

(On Colossians 4:18. In honour of those serving faithfully away from home and those being persecuted for their obedience.)

Reproduced from Abraham’s personal website