(I have been wanting to do a series of posts about friendship, and specifically about being a friend of God. This is the fifth post of the series. The first post is here. The second post is here. The third post is here. The fourth post is here.)
Holy: set apart; having a divine quality; exalted
Influence: the capacity or power of persons or things to be a compelling force on or produce effects on the actions, behavior, opinions, etc., of others
Best friends are a gift. All good and perfect gifts are from God. Therefore, a best friend is God’s gift to us.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. James 1:17
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity. Proverbs 17:17
A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 18:24
In Matthew Henry’s commentary on Proverbs 18:24, he writes,
“In our troubles we expect comfort and relief from our relations, but sometimes there is a friend, that is nothing akin to us, the bonds of whose esteem and love prove stronger than those of nature, and, when it comes to the trial, will do more for us than a brother will.”
A best friend is a holy influence. We allow this influence when we invite our best friends into the secret places of our hearts. We implicitly agree with God they are worthy to be exalted to this special relationship with us.
My best friends hear (and bear) my complaints, my ramblings, my dreams, my thoughts, my fears, and my hopes. Their influence in my life may appear subtle but it has transformed how I interact with the world, with other people, even with God. Were it not for these men, I doubt this blog would exist.
I described them in Load-Bearing Support.
- Barry The Builder
- Neal The Walking Concordance
- Mike The Thinker
I do not know how I would get through life without them. These 3 men share the weight of my burdens and celebrations. To be honest, we also share the weight of cheesesteaks, pizza, and ice cream. We are indiscriminate in that respect. We already petitioned God to let us live next door to each other in heaven. If He grants it…. we’ll be on the rowdy side of the city.
Good friends let you see their crazy.
Best friends invite you to their crazy underground hideout.
On Tuesday nights we get together to cook, eat, talk, and watch something on TV. This has been going on for years. Often there is an alarming amount of gunfire and car chases (on TV, not in real life). When Memorial day rolls around, we settle into a new season of America’s Got Talent because… well, we’re manly men and we’re not afraid to admit it. We root for our favorite contestants, boo the really awful ones, and occasionally shed a tear for the sad backstories portrayed on the show. In the midst of it all, we share life.
We talk about our jobs, our mates (if we have one), our parents, our kids, our souls, our God. Oh, do we like to talk about God. More about that later…