Yesterday I attended a friend’s memorial service. Many thoughts come to mind as I reflect on his life and our 45 years of friendship.
We were different in several ways. He grew up on the West Coast; I grew up in the Midwest. He was a bit of a jock; I am a bit of a nerd. He was good at sports and a big fan of baseball, basketball, and football; I was always picked last for any team (for good reason) and the professional baseball team I liked left for another city. He was a perpetual extrovert and never met a person who was a stranger for very long; I am more of an introvert but can manage brief sprints of extroversion (is there such a word?) when necessary. He battled health issues for much of his adult life; I have had it easy with relatively good health. Most of these differences were obvious to anyone who knew us. So how and why were we friends? What did we have in common?
At the most important and most fundamental level, we have one thing in common that overrides any number of differences. We both love Jesus. We both know that God saved us to be His children. God’s love for us and in us creates ties that bind, and drives a lot of other things, too. Love for God’s Word. Love for family, and in particular our wives, children, grandchildren, siblings, and parents. A strong work ethic. Speaking truth in love. Careful and yet bold use of resources God gives us. Love for our home, community, and country. Thanksgiving for God’s day to day providence of things we take for granted. Our understanding of objective truth, beauty, and the creation around us.
Was my friend, or am I, perfect in living out all of these things? Of course not! But God knew this even before we were born. As Psalm 139:16 says, “And in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.” In other words, God knew our lives before we were even conceived. And He sent His son Jesus to save us from our failings.
My first thought when my friend died was that he is face to face with Jesus. Like many partings, though, this one is only temporary. My turn to die will come sooner or later, and then I will join my friend and many others in God’s presence. Meanwhile, by God’s grace, I will live out the days, and run the race, that God marks out for me. I thank God for my friend, and I thank God for the ties that bind.















































