Jim walked out of the room and down the hall to the elevator, ‘what to do now’, he thought as he recounted the last two hours and the certain coming death of his dear lifelong friend. It had been so sudden, a couple of weeks ago and they were at a ball game together cheering their favorite team, now his body was broken, and life was closing. As he rode the elevator down and then walked to his car he remember the great moments they had shared and the dreams that both of them had when they were young men.
He was going to be a congressman and his friend a banker. Well his friend made it, all the way to president of their home town bank, but his journey to Washington never came. He gave it a bit of a try once, but the waters were rougher than he had expected and he stayed with his father’s company and there life had been good to him. Some dreams became realities and some; well some were just bad dreams.
Jim drove home with the tears on his face; his friend’s wife had just asked him to say some words at the funeral. So much he could say, but why would it matter now, time had run out and he couldn’t change that with words. He recounted a number of events, replayed trips, secrets, sad moments and joyful ones, how would he choose, what would he say?
The day came and Jim stood erect, well dressed, and with a reasonable composer looked out at the church filled with those who cared and those who wished to share these last moments. He begin very softly, “We made a covenant when were ten years old that we would always be friends, that we would share all the good and all the bad in both of our lives, I believe we each lived up to that covenant. Of the thousands of thing we shared two are outstanding and those I will forever remember and those I must share with each of you.
We had chosen different Universities to attend and one night in our junior year I heard a knock on my door and there he stood, as handsome and smiling as always. He said to me, “Jim I drove the fifty miles tonight to share with you what I did about an hour ago. I was attending a worship service on campus and tonight, just a while ago I gave my life to Jesus; Jim I had to come and tell you, I had to share Him with you.” He shared with me that night and I too became a follower of Christ. Those two events changed both of our lives; we shall now share not only this world but the Heaven to come because of those two events.
I always wondered how many people he shared that story with; I never asked him but I am sure he must have shared with others; will there be others with us? Jim heard the movement of feet and saw as twenty and more people stood throughout the church, His friend had done well, really, really well.