Jesus: The Death of my Best Friend
Finding Joy in the Death of a Friend Everyone has a best friend. Mine is the best. He never lies. He never thinks of himself. He always takes care of me. I wish I could have met him. My friend did not have the luxury of being born in a hospital. He took his first nap on a bed of hay, not cotton. But despite the brute welcoming to this world, I have been told that he did not shed one tear. I do not know much about his childhood. One story I heard was that his parents accidentally left him behind on a journey once when he was twelve. At first, it sounded like a remake of the Home Alone movie. But in my buddy's case, he spent his separated time in a temple mingling with some priests instead of setting traps for burglars. After anxious searching, his parents found him two days later and I believe that was the only time they were upset with him throughout his life. After a few more years passed, the inevitable time came for him to make a living. My pal decided to follow his father's profession and become a carpenter. He was the most respectable of workers and his passion for life showed vividly through his labor. But at the age of thirty, he decided to make a change. He put down the wood and began to teach.
Because of his suffering, all those who have faith in what he has done will one day be in heaven (a place beyond human description). Now, I walk everyday with my friend. He cares for my every thought, my every belief, my every action. One thing he told them was that he was soon going to die. I knew that Jesus was probably the only way out of my depression, but I feared that I was not worthy to call upon him. His teaching consisted of 2challenging the deeply rooted beliefs and actions of people. We were created to live in harmony with our creator and each other. An example is my past problem of turning other drivers into enemies. And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even evil doers do that. He knew he was no longer worthy to be a son, but at least the work would be better. The father was so joyful that he threw a celebration and exclaimed, "This son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found. He was out to help others, not to win acclaim. I find it amazing that the times that I am least concerned with my own needs and wants, I feel the most content in life. But every second of every day, I feel Jesus with me. My path of learning more about Jesus petered along until I really needed him.
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