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The Jailor in Philippi: A Midrash Interpretation

 The jailer,Leon Phillip, was having a restful dinner with his family when the servant came with a note from the town officials. Leon’s family wondered what this meant. Would their dad be required to work at night again?

James, a rambunctious twelve-year-old, already knew that his dad always needed to go to work when the town officials called him. James’ older brother, Leon II, was home for a few days, and heard the message for their dad. Both were frustrated that their dad again would need to work at that awful jail instead of spending time with the family. But work was work, and the family always needed money!


Leon Phillip left for the jail to take care of the prisoners. Once there, he found out that the job would be harder than usual. The town officials had imprisoned two men, Paul and Silas. The other officials had already stripped and severely beaten the two strangers, and now clearly wanted them out of the way. They demanded that Leon put the men into the worst section of the jail, if it could be called a jail. It was a dungeon, with wet floors from some underground stream. Leon might not have felt this necessary, but maybe these men really were rabble rousers and needed to be put into the dungeon with their feet and hands in stocks and chains..


Leon’s wife, Hannah, did not like these demanding utterances, but knew she had no option. She worried every day that something drastic would happen. She breathed a sigh of relief each time her jailer husband walked into their humble abode. But this night was different. She heard tremendous thunder and then felt the earthquake. Whatever was happening? Hannah checked on her boys and then settled down worriedly in her small kitchen. A few dishes had fallen and cracked. Hannah was scared. She called the family together so they could wait out the rumbling ground.

 

Meanwhile, Leon had tossed the prisoners into the dungeon as he had been instructed.. As he sat in the crowded room, next to the usual prison cells, he was shocked when he heard singing coming from the depth of the dungeon. Who were these men? Normally the prisoners just yelled and screamed, always complaining about being incarcerated. While mulling over the situation, Leon was tossed against the wall as a massive earthquake occurred. He heard lots of rumbling coming from the jail cells. 


“Oh no”, he muttered in fear. “The prisoners!. What if they will use this confusion as a means of escape? I will not only lose my job, but maybe my head as well. Someone will need to tell my family. I just can’t bear the thought of Hannah and the boys left alone, but I surely don’t want my negligence to impact their lives. It’s best that I end my life; maybe I will give them a chance of a better life away from this horrible place.” Leon the grabbed a knife and sought to cut his throat.


“No, don’t do that,” Paul cried out. “We are still all here. None of us have fled.”


“Who are you?” Leon yelled as he shook in fear. “And why have you not run? “What power do you possess that all have stayed in this awful hole? Please tell me what I need to do to also have this assurance.


Leon took the two hated prisoners and washed their sores, put on some salve and then gave them their clothes. He then took them home.


“What are you doing, Leon? Why are you bringing these men into our home? I am scared.” Hannah cried out in anguish. “You were told to put them in that awful dungeon, what possessed you to bring them into our home?


“Just listen to their story. They bring a message of love and peace” a smiling Leon declared. This is so amazing. They bring joy and love, not disruption and hate.” Leon excitedly cried out.


Paul and Silas were ushered into the small sitting room, and then spent the next hour telling the family what Christ had done for them. Leon, Hannah, Leon II and James listened,  spellbound. All realized that this was what they had been missing from their lives. After committing to following the Christ revealed to them by Paul and Silas, the family members were baptized.


Instead of losing his job, Leon was told to release the prisoners.


FRIDAY IS HERE BUT SUNDAY IS COMING

This shorter poem was written on Saturday. This weekend is full of experiences that continue to lead me toward the significance of the crucifixion!


Good Friday–but the disciples are afraid!

Good Friday–and the soldiers come with swords.

Good Friday–Judas betrays his teacher!

Good Friday–Pilate sends Jesus to be crucified.

Good Friday? What makes it “good”?


God wanted to show his love to us.

God allowed Jesus to be crucified,

And we are the beneficiaries of that love.

Jesus took my place, and died for me!

That’s what makes this Friday “Good”.


Without Good Friday, where would we be?

Remember this–the crucifixion made us free.

Good Friday–but Sunday is coming!

Sunday–the day of resurrection

Sunday–the glorious day of victory!


GilbertG 26-04-04


WHAT MAKES THIS FRIDAY GOOD?

 Written after a wonderful Good Friday service, with songs, readings and scripture texts. 

I went home and wrote the following before the euphoria wore off!

 

The pressure mounts, the disciples wonder what comes next.

They loved the parade with Jesus being praised.

They shrank back as Jesus overthrew the Temple moneychangers!

What is the meaning of all this?


They get together for a grand, joyous passover meal,

Again they wonder what all the words of Jesus mean.

He talks about giving his blood and body in order that

They can be part of the kingdom; part of God’s body.


And what is this about Judas being sent to do “What you must do.”

The disciples are filled with wonderful food

But the  atmosphere remains somewhat tense because of Jesus’ words to Judas,

But this is a time of celebration; the passover brings joy.


The disciples want to celebrate, to spend quality time with Jesus.

He tells them to go with him into the garden

They thought that this is strange; why leave this comfortable upper room

Why now go the garden in the cool of the night


Jesus goes on further to pray and seek the Father’s will

Again the disciples are left to wonder why this seems so heavy

The passover was a joyous event and now this?

The lateness of the hour was heavy on their eyes.


Jesus says, “The time has come” and leaves this place of prayer.

There is a crowd, so late at night, with lanterns, spears and swords.

And leading all is Judas–What is he doing with these men?

He greets Jesus with a kiss, a sign of deep betrayal


The men rush forward to ask his name

Jesus tells them who he is and with that

The soldiers rudely grab him and march him to the judgment hall

The disciples scatter to save themselves


A few disciples sneak a peak as they follow far behind

What is this about? And are their lives in danger?

Surely Jesus is not the revolutionary the leaders think he is.

Whatever will happen to him now? What about us?


And this disaster is called “Good” Friday!

How could this be when all seems so for naught.

Jesus, the leader sent to be crucified;

The followers scared and scattered


What do we make of this day?

Are we afraid that we, like Peter, will deny our Lord?

We gather silently to mourn the Master’s death.

This is Friday, full of unjust words and actions.


This is Friday–what makes it “Good”

We sorrow and mourn as we note the Cross

The symbol of Christ’s horrible death.

And yet we call the day “Good”


We must not dwell on the sorrow and the pain,

But rather recognize that all will be revealed

When Christ leaves the tomb in triumph.

We look forward to the Good.


Today we look forward to the Good shown to us by God.

This may be Friday, called Good, that leaves us wondering.

But we can say with confidence.

This is Friday, but Sunday is coming!


GilbertG  26-04-03

Good Friday


Pilate or Jesus: Parade or Protest?

  My wife, Mary Funk, preached the Palm Sunday service at her church. Instead of the usual palm-waving story of the entry into Jerusalem, she spoke about the two parades–Pilate and Jesus. Mary brought out the drastic differences between Pilate’s parade as a show of force and the protest march of Jesus as a show of humbleness and love.  

After reading her sermon, I went to my computer and wrote the following. I hope you will get a message from this short poem, showing how Jesus brings us God’s love and caring.



PILATE OR JESUS: Parade or Protest?


Proud Pilate rode his steed into Jerusalem

Jesus humbled himself to ride a donkey


Pilate had Caesar and the Empire for support

Jesus started a protest march wanting to set his people free.


Pilate had no time for rebels and zealots 

Jesus wanted these offenders to follow him


Pilate stood for “Pax Romana” and killed to keep that peace

Jesus stood for his Father’s love and justice


Pilate expected Jesus to humble himself before him

Jesus never bowed; his protest confused Pilate


Pilate could not handle peaceful protests

Jesus protested peacefully and drew a crowd

 

Pilate had a parade and gained nothing

Jesus had a protest and started a movement


Pilate, the Governor, lost control and let Christ die

Jesus gained the upper hand because his protest led to life


GilbertG   2026-03-27


See I am Doing a New Thing!

 


I attended the Mennonite Church Manitoba Gathering Inspirational Evening. I listened to the stories and meditations, and was inspired by the speakers and the musicians. When I got home, I had the evening's event ringing in my mind's ear! This short poem is the result. I trust it will bring joy to you.


God says, “I am about to do a new thing!”

What is about to happen—what is happening?

We are part of this new thing.

God is guiding us in ways we may not understand,

In ways we did not expect.

When Isaiah listened to God and

Spoke these words, he did not live in our world;

He spoke of the animal world, the water in the desert;

He spoke of chariots and army battalions.


We live in a world where we hear of bombs and drones

And supposed enemies within and without our land.

What new thing is God doing in this world ?

Filled with pain and sorrow;

Filled with climate change and forests ablaze;

Filled with men and women who deny the realities,

Who somehow think they are masters of the world.

How little do they know—God is still the master

Who is doing a new thing in our world!


God, thank you for a church that desires to follow you.

Thank you for the larger fellowship that,

With hugging arms, has welcomed us and

Wants us to join in the new thing that God is doing.

Thank you for the many energetic leaders

That are guiding us as we see what God is doing.

Thank you for the welcoming group of churches

That show us such embracing love, and

We thank God for the new thing brought into our lives.


The Olympics - Tragedy or Euphoria

An athlete spends many years, 

And many hours daily

In preparation for a chance

To compete in trials

Hoping to be good enough

To gain a spot in their particular sport;

To make the national Olympic team.


What joy it brings to receive that call,

You are in; you have made it for the Olympics!

What euphoria; what excitement–but wait

This means the hours and hours of unrewarded 

Pain and  struggle will now continue,

For the major goal is still ahead–winning

An Olympic medal, preferably gold.


Now it's on to the Olympics!

This is the reason for all the hours of work.

Your event is soon before you

You nervously wonder, Will I be ready? Will I win a medal?

The race is on, you push until your legs and arms burn

Will you be first, last or somewhere in between?


You finish; you flop down and let the tears flow

All that pent up energy now is spent.

Your family and friends surround you;

They want you to feel their support.

Now the question remains,


Are the tears flowing because of tragedy and loss,

Or are the tears that of joyous euphoria?


PEOPLEWATCHING IN THE MALL

I sit quietly in the Mall’s food court

I wonder where each person

Is going, while I watch.

Some wander as though lost;

While some hold tightly to their kids.

Still others push a stroller,

Or maybe push a wheelchair,

Some stride with heavy purpose,

Looking for that special friend

With whom to chat while enjoying a snack.

Others meander aimlessly,

Helping an older adult find a place to rest,

Or maybe purchase some necessities

With help from that loved one pushing with joy.

Some try to navigate a walker amidst the crowd.


Friends meet friends

Joyously engaging in conversation.

Over a cup of coffee; or maybe an ice cream soda.

The chatter across the tables brings

A hum that fills the room with joyous vibes.

This is my inspiration for a mood 

That lifts me up and energizes me.

My cup of coffee is now cold,

But my heart is full and warm.



JOY IN THE ORDINARY