Feasting with Friends

I was reading this morning from David Brainerd's diary, the entry from April 26, 1745. A statement that he made in that entry struck me, and caused me to think about the gratefulness that I have to God for people in my life. He said,

"Just in the evening was visited by a dear Christian friend, with whom I spent an hour or two in conversation, on the very soul of religion. There are many with whom I can talk about religion; but alas! I find few with whom I can talk religion itself: but, Blessed be the Lord, there are some that love to feed on the kernel, rather than the shell."

This made me begin to count the people in my life, that I could sit down with and really poor my soul out to. I am a pretty vulnerable person most of the time, and am usually willing to share what's on my mind and heart. But the number of people that I could really let loose with completely is few. And I guess we are all that way. I doubt that this is peculiar to me.

I wouldn't dare to list those people on this post. I'm sure that I would forget someone, and they might be hurt that forgot them. But all that having been said, I am truly grateful for those of you who are those people to me. Some of you are dear friends that I see often; some are family; and some are friends from a long time whom I don't hear from often, but when I do, the same sort of intimacy returns.  I owe you a great debt.

I hope that we all have friends like that.  Thank you, Lord, for mine!  Help me to be that kind of friend to others.

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I remember mornings where four pastors used to eat breakfast at 6 am every Saturday at the Two Trails Diner in Standish, Maine. We were diverse: one an older, bi-vocational pastor of an American Baptist Church, one and older, bi-vocational pastor of a reformed church, one a younger, bi-vocational pastor of an independent baptist church, and me, a young, full-time, new-kid-on-the-block, Southern Baptist church planter. And we made up all the evangelical churches in town, save one. And all together our congregations would have totaled about 250 in a town of 10K. Some of us had kids, some grandkids. Jim's wife died during that time, I had two children. Some of us where very conservative, some were borderline moderate/liberal. Some were denominational, some not. Some pastoring a long time, some where pretty green. Some were strongly calvinistic, some arminian, and some of us were in between.

There, used as many labels as I could.

Each week we would do what evangelical Christians do best--meet and eat. We would read a book together and discuss it. We would hold each other accountable in our ministries and families. Friendships were forged, hurts were shared, prayers were prayed, and lots of pancakes and eggs were consumed. Differences in opinions came up, and were discussed, but we realized we were on the same team. And as few of us as there were there, we didn't need to shoot each other. In fact, we had a lot of special services together, and were edified.

Seems as though now, here in the Bible Belt, we draw lots of lines. We condemn a lot of enemies in house. Denominational lines and politics shatter a lot of good fellowship. Now don't get me wrong, I do not advocate ecumenism. And I have a lot of doctrinal convictions that do divide. But sometimes I think back on the beautiful comradery of four servants engaged in a battle together for the advancement of the church and the souls of men.

Interestingly enough, that carried over into the churches. And their fellowship was similarly attractive.

"By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another." -Jesus

I miss that often.