Sunday, August 7, 2022

Reading Through the Book of Philemon (My Writer’s Perspective)




As a writer, I always read with questions in the margins. What was said? What was left unsaid? What did the author assume the audience would already know? What was intentional, and what was careful? When I read the book of Philemon, those questions were louder than usual. Especially as an African American woman.

This book made me sit in tension.

It was short—just one chapter. But it stirred something long. Something deep.

At the surface, it is a personal letter about a runaway servant named Onesimus and a man named Philemon. Paul is writing to ask Philemon to welcome Onesimus back—not as a slave, but as a brother. It is a letter about reconciliation, restoration, and Christian love.

But there is more beneath the surface. And that “more” is what made this book difficult for me to read.

Why didn’t Paul just condemn slavery outright?

Why didn’t he say, “Philemon, let that man go free—this is wrong”?

As a writer, I know when someone is choosing their words carefully. And Paul? He was careful. Respectful. Strategic. But I cannot help but notice—he stopped short. He advocated for Onesimus. He used persuasive language. He leaned on friendship and favor. He reasoned with conviction. But he never named the injustice.

And that bothered me.

Not because the letter was unkind. It was very kind. Paul was gentle, almost poetic. He spoke from affection and authority. He framed Onesimus as his child, his heart, his co-laborer in Christ. He elevated his status spiritually—and urged Philemon to do the same socially. That was bold in its own way.

But the silence still stood out.

Maybe Paul did not want to rock the boat. Maybe he felt it was not the right moment to go after the institution. Maybe he believed transformation would come one heart at a time—not one law at a time. I understand that strategy. But it is still hard to sit with.

This is where I had to read with layered eyes.

As a Black reader, I cannot ignore how this letter has been misused historically. How it has been twisted to justify slavery, when I believe that was never Paul’s intent. As a writer, I see Paul using rhetoric to reframe relationships. He made a strong, ethical appeal to Christian conscience. It was reasoned. It was persuasive. But it was not revolutionary—at least, not in the way I wanted it to be.

And yet—there is power in what he did say.

Paul does not call Onesimus a slave. He calls him “beloved.” “Brother.” “Son.” He says, “If he owes you anything, charge it to me.” That is deep. That is personal. That is Christ-like. He lays down privilege and appeals to Philemon’s love—not just for Paul, but for Christ.

This letter is subtle. But it is layered.

As a writer, I saw a man writing under the limits of his time—but still trying to call people higher. He could have commanded. But he chose to appeal. He led with compassion. He challenged the social order without directly naming it.

I do believe Paul was against slavery as a system. But I also believe he was trying to dismantle it from the inside—through relationship, through equality in Christ, through what we now call subtext. And subtext can be powerful. But it can also leave too much unsaid.

That is the tension I sat with.

My favorite line? “Perhaps the reason he was separated from you for a little while was that you might have him back forever—no longer as a slave, but better than a slave, as a dear brother.”

That line is poetic. It opens the door to a better way. It hints at transformation. It nudges Philemon toward liberation. But again—it stops just shy of saying it plainly.

As a writer, I understood the craftsmanship of this letter. It was tactful, thoughtful, personal, and pastoral. It was not random. Paul knew exactly what he was doing with every word.

But as an African American Christian? I wished he had done more.

Reading Philemon made me reflect on how truth is often delivered in layers. And sometimes, it is up to the reader to hear what was whispered just as loudly as what was declared.

This letter is not a manifesto—but it is a map. A map toward reconciliation. A call for dignity. A suggestion that love should change how we treat people—not just in spirit, but in practice.

It is still hard to read. But it is worth sitting with.