Old Friends

Please turn your volume up so you can hear my Playlist

as Simon and Garfunkel sing their beautiful song to you.

Old friends, old friends,

sat on their parkbench like bookends.

A newspaper blown through the grass

falls on the round toes

of the high shoes of the old friends.

Old friends, winter companions, the old men

lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset...

The sounds of the city, sifting through trees,

settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends.

Can you imagine us years from today,

sharing a parkbench quietly?

How terribly strange to be seventy.

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,

silently sharing the same fears.

Old friends.

- Paul Simon

Last night, my husband sat with an old and dear friend, whose time on earth is coming to an end prematurely. He treasures the hours spent with this good man and mourns the reality that their time together will be far less than they had expected. This morning, I want to celebrate the value of the beautiful relationships we create in this life and the loving friends who make them possible. We are grateful for a sure knowledge that, while our mortal days are limited, the bonds we form here are eternal, in and through the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ (who is, of course, the oldest and dearest Friend we could ever imagine).

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

John 15:13

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