One of my oldest friends has a big birthday next week. The same big birthday I had last February. She sent me a necklace made by her jewelry artist friend. I haven’t decided what to send her. We were barely still teenagers when we met. Between us are four degrees, several jobs, two husbands, five kids. Thirty plus years laced with a multitude of private jokes, sworn secrets, tears and laughs.
I wonder why some friendships last and others fade?
I wonder if when I’m really old I’ll look back and realize some I thought were best friends weren’t while true best friends were ones I took for granted?
I wonder if, some best friends were more an idea I kept alive and constantly decorated in my own mind than a living, breathing relationship of contact and acceptance?
I wonder what a statistical analysis of my friendships would reveal: from whom did I seek comfort and help? Who listened? Who checked on me? Who showed up when I was down? Who gave without expectation and forgave without judgement? And to whom was I such a friend as this?
Beginning this Sunday, January 25, I’ll preach from Mark’s gospel with the idea of treating it like Jesus’ invitation to make him our best friend. Not a figurative friend - but a practical one. The kind of best friend who shows up, who comforts, who forgives without judgement and corrects with kindness. In chapter one, verses 14-20, Jesus is is on the beach in Galilee where he happens upon some fisherman going about their ordinary lives. I suppose they already had friends when Jesus invites four of them to join his crew. They were changed forever.
I look forward to sharing the time with you! And here are the two fifty year olds this past Thanksgiving. Love you Angela!!! ~ peace & prayers, pastor annette