You are My friends if you do what I command.
I no longer call you servants,
because a servant does not know his master’s business.
Instead, I have called you friends,
for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.
You did not choose me, but I chose you
and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit
—fruit that will last—
and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you.
This is my command: Love each other.
The sermon wouldn’t leave me. And I told her as much. For there is plenty I want to achieve…do…be…in these verses alone.
Today, I wanted to help her see what I’m learning. What I’m striving for. She listened so well. Nodding in all the right places. Smiling with each new discovery. Encouraging me as I made my way through the text. Success seemed imminent.
Her soft, worn hand enveloped mine when I was through. And as she searched my hazels for my soul, she said plainly:
“This seems overwhelming to tackle all at once. Don’t you think? I’m guessing, though, we can get to the heart of things by answering one question posed here…”
The pause was planned, I’m sure, as I scanned my Bible quickly, trying to come up with the question before I heard it. She said finally,
“What kind of friend are you to Jesus?”
Her grip firmed when my defenses rose. And it took all I had in me to meet her gaze and allow this question to sink in to my marrow.
She tilted her head skyward as she recalled her childhood best friend. The time spent, the laughter spilled, the secrets kept…and my heart warmed as I thought of those in my lifetime who have been in this category. We both became lost in thought as we reflected on how close we’ve allowed another to come…
I believe it was Aristotle who said friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. And I can’t begin to fathom why Jesus would want to have that kind of relationship…with me.
Still…He says plainly: He chose me. Has held nothing from me. And longs to call me not a servant, but a friend.
It seems He could care less with how much I could do for Him, rather He aches to be one with me.
The King of all Kings. The Son of The Most High. My Jehovah in every way, calls me friend.
And she’s right. It’s worth asking: “What kind of friend am I?”
Friends, I know what kind of friend He is…and I wonder…could I be the same for Him?
Could I hold nothing back? Make my presence known to Him each day? Could I stand boldly in His corner when the bullies come and try to denounce His name? Could I be so encapsulated by the very thought of Him that I think of nothing else but loving Him?
Could I know Jesus, the way He knows me? Enough so that I prove Aristotle was right?
Could I give my life –all that I have– simply for the very thought of His?
She’s right, you know…it’s worth asking. For it is at the very heart of things. And above all else, it’s worth striving for.
How about you, friend? What kind of friend are you to Jesus? What kind of friend do you allow Him to be for you? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.