I have a daughter, Ashley, who lives in Baltimore. We text regularly. And when I haven’t heard from her in a while, I wait anxiously in anticipation for a word.
“How is she doing?” “Is all well?” “Why hasn’t she responded?” These are the thoughts of an anxious parent. Concern for the safety and well-being of a loved one will consume your day. And then you get that text, “Doing fine! Really busy! Love you!” And that’s all I really need – my baby’s fine, my fears allayed. I’m good.
Thoughts like these had run through Paul’s mind regarding Timothy, but especially in regard to the status of the fledging congregation he was forced to leave behind in Thessalonica. He hadn’t had a lot of time with them. His hopes and dreams of a vibrant growing congregation were dashed against the rocks of opposition of the Jews.