 Paul wrote this love letter to his new friends in Groovy Thessalonica. When he first met them, they were pleasure chasing in it to win it, N-O-N-E-N-N-U-N-S. And they stayed up all night together, talking about Jesus and lightning struck. It was love bomb, first kiss, summer camp sparks. They were a human bonfire of kindness. And when morning came, Paul left them for another city. The fire of their new faith flagged against the chill of a hip and cynical world. They were worried that without him they'd lose that high as a kite religious feeling. And so Paul writes to them, Don't mistake the messenger for the message. You don't need me. You have each other. You have a God who is real, who was walking around in the world five minutes ago and will come back when you least expect it. But don't sit around waiting. All you need to do to keep the fire alive is act like Jesus. And then he'll be there.