Time with Jesus - Sunday, 06 January 2013
Hi all,
Friends: How many have you “got”? Most of us have many
acquaintances. Folk we will recognise and greet in the shopping mall. Mostly,
they are not friends in the true sense of the word. There are only about five
men I know who I could really classify as a friend. The sort of man I could go
to, if I had been caught red-handed doing something I shouldn’t. Ladies seem to
be blessed with more friends than their husbands. Sure, many of Phyllida’s
friends are acquaintances. But she also has a number of ladies she has known
for many years. I must admit that their friendship with Phyllida has endeared
them to me. That’s how it should be. Today’s meditation is about friends.
Blessings,
Jim & Phyllida Strickland
Matt 10:8
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Time with Jesus – Sunday, 06 January 2013
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Matt 10:8
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INTRODUCTION
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DAILY LIGHT EVENING SCRIPTURES
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Friends are Few
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Words. How many do we know? Do we know the meaning of those we use?
Very often we do. On a number of occasions we use a word which we think has a
particular meaning. Unfortunately, the hearer thinks it means something else.
A good example comes from my engineering days as a consultant in Syria. It
was a fascinating experience. The contract was written in English. The Syrians
spoke Arabic. I only knew one word. “Shukran” meaning “thank you”. The
manufacturers, Mitsubishi, spoke Japanese. So all dialog between the Syrians
and the Japanese was in English. Fine, if you’re English speaking. But if you
only spoke Japanese or Arabic, life could be difficult. So I had to be sure
that what I said in English was clear and unambiguous. I learned this soon
after I arrived there. I was talking to the Syrians about the oil pipes and
how they would be “flushed out”. This caused great consternation. To the Arabic
ear, my word “oil” was heard as “all”. They didn’t like the idea of “all” the
pipes on the power station being flushed out. It took about half an hour for
me to sort out the misunderstanding.
Children love using long words. Sometimes they use a word they don’t understand.
It sounds good to them so they use it. But occasionally their choice is
incorrect. Different countries also use phrases which mean different things
to us. In Canada when someone said “See you later” it didn’t mean later in
the day. It meant on a future date. They drive automobiles, not cars, and
fill up with gas, not petrol. Car boots are trunks and bonnets are hoods.
They used thumb tacks, not drawing pins.
So what do we mean by the word “Friend”. I tried to find its meaning
and came up with this: A relationship
between two people, other than a family member, spouse or lover, whose
company one enjoys and towards whom one feels affection or personal regard.
It sounds about right to me. But how many “friends” do we have? Ladies
have lots! At least that’s what we’re told. But do they? I’m not so sure. Perhaps
those who have time go to lady’s socials. But I rather suspect most of the
interpersonal relationships in those gatherings are superficial.
For most men, it’s much the same, or worse. One of the chief
differences is that most male socialising is in the pub, at the sport’s
stadium or at the 19th hole on the golf course. Incidentally, golf
is far from being a social occasion. It’s really a chance for Joe Citizen to
walk round in comparative silence wishing he had hit that little round XXXXX
white thing properly.
Biblically, men tend to be loners. Adam was so busy running round the
garden he didn’t even know there was a problem. Only when he spotted that all
the other creatures were in pairs, did it dawn on him, that something was odd!
What I particularly like about the creation story is that Eve was taken out
of him! From his side; not from his neck to be above him or his feet to be
beneath him. His side was pierced by the finger of God. A rib was removed
and, presumably, replaced. It reminds me of our Lord Jesus. His side was
pierced by a Roman lance. Out came blood and water. From this blood and
water, ultimately will come the Bride of Christ. Eden Restored? God knows!
Jim & Phyllida Strickland
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30 The apostles
returned to Jesus from their ministry tour and told Him all they had done and
taught.
Mar 6:30 NLT
24 Even a man who has many companions can be
destroyed. But there is a friend who sticks
closer than a brother.
Proverbs 18:24 NIrV
11 The LORD would
speak to Moses face to face. It was like a man speaking to his friend.
Then Moses would return to the camp. But Joshua, his young helper, didn't
leave the tent. Joshua was the son of Nun.
Exodus 33:11 NIrV
14 You are my
friends if you do what I command you. 15 No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does
not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all
that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.
John 15:14-15 ESV
. 10 In
the same way, when you obey Me you should say, 'We are unworthy servants who
have simply done our duty.'"
Luke 17:10 NLT
15 This resurrection
life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It's adventurously
expectant,
Rom 8:15 MSG
6 Never worry about
anything. But in every situation let God know what you need in prayers and
requests while giving thanks. 7 Then God's peace, which
goes beyond anything we can imagine, will guard your thoughts and emotions
through Christ Jesus.
Philip 4:6-7 GW
8 The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination
to the LORD, but the prayer of the upright is acceptable
to him.
Proverbs 15:8 ESV
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There has to be
a reason why we men have so few friends.
I cannot understand it. Perhaps
friendships depend,
On those we’re
introduced to, most likely by our wives.
But few have long-term friendships
that last them all their lives.
I know that in
reality, men-friends are very few.
And in my past experience, there’s
only one or two.
In fact as I
look backwards and down through all my years,
There’s very few whose passing, would
cause me to shed tears.
The guys I was
at school with, I never will forget;
But since I’ve started working,
there’s few men I have met,
Who’s really
been a friend to me. A few have been a pal.
But normally I’ve met them as I
courted some sweet gal.
Of course I’ve
met a lot of men. Acquaintances? OK.
But very few continue and still are
friends today.
I wonder if
this problem is mine and mine alone?
Perhaps I should be thinking, of the
way that I’ve been known?
The men for me
are usually like ships that pass at night.
We seldom take the time to pause. We
part when it grows light.
Of course I’ve
met the people my wife has come to know.
And they have all been marvellous. In
fact they’ve helped me grow.
But few of them
were friends of mine, except by accident.
And this is surely not the way that
being friends was meant.
But there’s
someone Who’s special; a friend for fifty years.
I met Him as a brash young man; a mass
of guilt and fears.
I didn’t know
what I should do. My life was one big mess.
And someone introduced me to a Person
Who would bless.
He’d make my
living purposeful. He looked into my face,
And told me what was wrong with me. He
said I needed grace.
He said He
would be with me and stick closer than a brother
And since I’ve got to know Him, I’ve
found there is no other
Man, who wants
to know me, as an eternal friend;
He said we’d walk together, ‘til time
comes to an end.
And since I
fell in love with Him, I’m bored with other men.
And we have a relationship that’s far
beyond my ken.
Perhaps I am
unusual? Perhaps I’ve got things wrong?
But I’ve not met another man who fills
my heart with song.
No other human
friendship can possibly compare,
With walking with my Saviour and
knowing He is there.
Most men are
insipid. Sex and booze and sport,
Is not the sort of lifestyle, I ever
could support.
And if this
makes me different, I think I’d rather be,
A friend of Christ my Saviour, Who has
befriended me.
Jim
Strickland
Written
5th January 2012.
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