The third man is utterly unknown--"Jesus, which is called Justus." How
startling to come across that name, borne by this obscure Christian! How
it helps us to feel the humble manhood of Christ, by showing us that
many another Jewish boy bore the same name; common and undistinguished
then, though too holy to be given to any since. His surname Justus may,
perhaps, like the same name given to James, the first bishop of the
Church in Jerusalem, hint his rigorous adherence to Judaism, and so may
indicate that, like Paul himself, he came from the straitest sect of
their religion into the large liberty in which he now rejoiced.
He seems to have been of no importance in the Church, for his name is
the only one in this context which does not re-appear in Philemon, and
we never hear of him again. A strange fate his! to be made immortal by
three words--and because he wanted to send a loving message to the
Church at Colossæ! Why, men have striven and schemed, and broken their
hearts, and flung away their lives, to grasp the bubble of posthumous
fame; and how easily this good "Jesus which is called Justus" has got
it! He has his name written for ever on the world's memory, and he very
likely never knew it, and does not know it, and was never a bit the
better for it! What a satire on "the last infirmity of noble minds!"
These three men are united in this salutation, because they are all
three, "of the circumcision;" that is to say, are Jews, and being so,
have separated themselves from all the other Jewish Christians in Rome,
and have flung themselves with ardour into Paul's missionary work among
the Gentiles, and have been his fellow-workers for the advancement of
the kingdom--aiding him, that is, in seeking to win willing subjects to
the loving, kingly will of God. By this co-operation in the aim of his
life, they have been a "comfort" to him. He uses a half medical term,
which perhaps he had caught from the physician at his elbow, which we
might perhaps parallel by saying they had been a "cordial" to him--like
a refreshing draught to a weary man, or some whiff of pure air stealing
into a close chamber and lifting the damp curls on some hot brow.
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