Old friends can mean two things: either they’ve been friends for a long time, or they’re simply old. Sometimes it’s both. I’m blessed with many old friends. Some I’ve worked with, some from church, from school, from golf, from neighborhoods, and from other places. But they’ve been a wonderful part of my life.
My hope is
that I’m as much a blessing to them as they are to me. I try to be. I keep in
touch with phone calls, texts, and emails. Thankfully with old friends you don’t
have to text before calling. And they often contact me as well. It’s especially
nice now, since I can’t travel as far due to health limitations.
I do miss
having lunch with my old friends as often as I used to. In fact, in a previous
post I listed the many restaurants at which I’ve dined with my lunch buddies.
There have been many, many good meals. And I can’t golf as much as I’d like.
Over the years I’ve golfed at well over 200 courses around the country. (And my
game improved about zero.) But the fun is in the fellowship and being able to
see their birdies and eagles once in a while.
There’s a
song by the Gaither’s entitled “Old Friends.” A few of the phrases are: “What a
find, what a priceless treasure.” “Like a rare piece of gold; my friends make
it great to grow old.” “I’m a rich millionaire in old friends.” That describes friendship
very, very well.
Besides friends
here on earth, God can also be our friend. Recall the great old
hymn: “What a friend we have in Jesus.” And the Bible speaks of God’s friendship
in the following verses.
James 2:23 (NKJV) "Abraham believed
God, and it was accounted to him for righteousness." And he was called the friend of God.
Exodus 33:11 (NKJV) So the LORD
spoke to Moses face to face, as a man speaks to his friend.
John 15:15 (NKJV) Jesus said to the apostles: No longer do I call you servants, for a servant
does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends.
The most magnificent thing about friendship is that
it will continue into Heaven. We can spend eternity with our friends.
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