“You are a tree replanted in Eden, bearing fresh fruit every month, never dropping a leaf, always in blossom.” Psalm 1.2
I think I am like most people; a person filled with dreams and hopes, fears and doubts. In many ways I find the path of growing older to be a quest to know who I am, what my persona is, and how people identify me.
I have a friend…
Researchers, whoever they might be, suggest there are different personality groups that identify the type of person you are. People in many countries belong to a smaller group that identifies there beliefs, values, and priorities. People groups come in many names, shapes and sizes. Tribes, languages, religions, type-a, race, melancholy, priests, managers, athletes name just a few.
We can be defined by the color of our skin, our earning power, our activities, where our house is located, and a ton of other variables and statistics. Can you name your variables? Is this what defines you?
I do not believe the traditional categories measure my friend.
You see he is strong when others are weak. He preservers when he really wants to stop and rest. He supports his friends when convenience and self-happiness is drawing away. He is reluctant to criticize anyone, even when one might deserve it. He worries about others as much as he does about himself.
Yes, I know my friend does not always do these things, but these are the “things” that define my friend. In life, I have two friends fitting this description. One’s name is John. The other often goes by God.
In the past, I worried about trying to introduce them to each other. I have come to realize that I was trying to do something already past. There is no need to introduce them to each other. I know they must have met because they have so many things in common. When one acts the other seems to be right there.
What then is my role with these two special friends? Maybe I could be a nurture their friendship…
