Remembering a friend

A friend of mine died today.  He was only 53 years old and lost his battle to cancer. My heart was heavy as I heard the news. Dave was a deeply devoted follower of Christ so I am confident that he is in God’s arms. But, I felt for his family, his friends, and me.

One of the things that saddened related to Dave and me losing contact. The last time we communicated was maybe two years ago. I regretted that we had not stayed connected.

There are plenty of reasons. He lives in Michigan and I left the church I was pastoring there and moved out of state… blah, blah, blah. But, the reality was that I had not been intentional in my attempts to touch base more frequently.

I do that so often with my friendships. I think it is because I have a lot of friends from the churches where I was pastor and in some twisted reasoning don’t want to single out one or two of them. Pretty stupid really.

Dave was one of those guys who was special. He was the salt of the earth and would do anything for anybody. If you look up the words “loyal” and “supportive” in the dictionary, you will find his picture.  He was worth staying better connected.

So, I am sitting here tonight listening to the rain outside and remembering my friend. I remember his big heart and his love for me. And, I am thinking about his incredible family. And, I am wishing I had talked with him in the last few months.

Also, I am making a commitment to change how I relate to other friends who might be separated from me in distance. I can do better. After all, they are worth it!

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