Jesus, My Friend ???


This is the blog the Father led me to tonight. I did not write it, but a woman whose hearts beats with His heart did.

Charlene, known to her friends as simply “Charlie” has been a mentor and a dear friend to me. I thank God for her daily. I pray this short blog touches you as much as it did me. Keep tissues handy and knees bendable!


Weekly Sabbath Survey

Jesus, My Friend? —  9-3-11

Have you ever noticed how some Christians seem to have a kind of irreverence for the Lord?  It’s a familiarity that seems improper somehow.  I’ve heard people talk about Jesus like He is their buddy ole’ pal.  Jesus, the Son of God who died for my sins and has been elevated above every other human that ever lived, as my BUDDY???  I simply cannot equate Him with friends at my golf club or quilting class.

It reminds me of a story Jamie Buckingham told about a native pastor in some foreign country who was very crippled with arthritis in his knees and feet.  Many years he walked from village to village in the mountains where he lived, making disciples, encouraging them and teaching them.  When villages were too far apart for a day’s walk, he slept alone under the stars, in all kinds of weather.  The constant exposure and natural aging process took a toll on him.  When he was finally unable to walk, the people came to him where he was, sitting in front of his hut on a little-woven grass mat.  There he continued to minister to them and teach them, sending them back to their villages full of the Holy Spirit and the love of God.

With a small group of American preachers, Jamie went to meet this man and to encourage him and his flock.  They spoke with him through an interpreter.  They were treated like visiting royalty.  The people seemed to think that Americans were the greatest Christians in the world, worthy of the highest honor.

During a time of conversation, one of the Americans asked the pastor if he was bothered by the fact that he had served the Lord so faithfully all those years, and yet had become so handicapped that he could not go on.  The man said, “When you see Jesus, will you ask Him ‘why’?”  The little pastor smiled, showing what was left of his rotting teeth, shook his head and said, “No.  When I see Jesus, I will bow myself very low at His feet and say, ‘My Jesus, I love you’.”

Jamie said he turned his face away to let tears come.  He felt ashamed for all of their group because they had talked and laughed about the awful discomfort they were suffering there in the village with terrible unidentifiable food and a couple of nights of sleeping on a dirt floor on mats, and how glad they would be to get back to the city and their nice hotel rooms.

Americans, all of us, are FAR from being the best Christians in the world.  VERY FAR.

Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.  Job 13:15   

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Thanks so much, Bonnie, for showcasing this piece I wrote. The times we live in demand that we get down to serious business in the things of the Lord.


  2. Merienne Lynch says:

    I don’t have an e mail address to be able to send you a message some reason it just doesn’t work unless I go to reply. I was talking to my husband about the book. He told me that if it costs no money that he cannot see why not to change publishers. Our contract with xlibris is that we can leave them for another publisher any time we want to. I just respect what God wrote so much that if there is a way I don’t want the blue color off of the book; because I saw the title by the LORD in a blue cloud. And I need to be able to write something about the book on the back of it because I work with no church now and it needs to be changed. Thank you for caring about me and loving me. God bless and keep you in the hollow of His hand fully focused on Him and no one or nothing else.

    Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2013 03:33:29 +0000 To:


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