I remember a song, by Michael W. Smith & Amy Grant, about friendship and how a friend loves forever, etc. Somewhere I have an old video I bought for my daughter of a concert where they were singing this and all the people were holding hands and swaying in the lovely light of committed friendship….for that moment. We all know once everyone left the building, life, as we know it actually began. Life usually doesn’t flow as sweetly and freely as those verses do from our lips.
Hey, I’m not trying be a downer, just reflecting somewhat. I’ve been in a study on the life of David for over a month now and Chuck Swindoll and Beth Moore have pointed something out to me I’ve never noticed. I always appreciated the friendship David and Jonathan had. And the mighty man Joab, well, Arnold couldn’t even hold his armor. But somehow I missed (I guess that’s why these two folks, Swindoll & Moore sell so many books!) the other group of friends that surrounded David when he most needed true friends. Friends don’t just happen.
If you ever find yourself with a few intimate friends, consider yourself one blessed person. It didn’t just happen. If you analyzed it (which I am cursed to do with everything) you’ll find all of you paid a dear price to get it. I’ve experienced deep friendships, and the loss of them. It’s extremely painful and can traumatize you to such an extent that you won’t even try to develop another one. Why? For two good reasons: too much energy to expend & too much pain to possibly feel again.
We live in an increasingly connected society while all the while becoming the loneliest culture ever. We sit and blog when we could be sipping and conversing over a Starbucks