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I Knew You’d Come

Trust is a wonderful thing.  It is hard to get and must be proven over and over consistently to be maintained.  One that is trustworthy is not dependable “occasionally”. Rather, that person is consistently steadfast in doing what is promised and following through on commitments no matter what.

We are very disillusioned in the 21st century.  So many have proven to be false in their promises, delinquent in their assurances, and dishonest in their claims.  It has left the public jaded, skeptical, and wary of guarantees.  We want verification that offers on the internet are valid and reliable.  We look for a BBB sticker on a business that we are calling to help us with a service or product.  In purchasing insurance or investments, we look for major corporations that back those companies so that we feel that the claims and money invested will be secure.

On a personal basis, we find it very time consuming to build true and lasting friendships.  A person that has friends has been very accessible to be a friend.  That means doing life together.  It is celebrating good things, weekend events that are shared, and concerts-movies-ball games-etc. are a regular part of the association.  Friends that are “life-long” share in raising the children together, doing school projects together, alternating taking the “kids to their events” and making sure that each family is cared for just like the person’s family is loved.

Along the way, if we have a handful of truly close friends, we are very “rich people” indeed.  For a true friend is a gift from God.

Out of the furnaces of war come many true stories of sacrificial friendship. One such story tells of two friends in World War I, who were inseparable. They had enlisted together, trained together, were shipped overseas together and fought side-by-side in the trenches. During an attack, one of the men was critically wounded in a field filled with barbed wire obstacles, and he was unable to crawl back to his foxhole. The entire area was under a withering enemy crossfire, and it was suicidal to try to reach him. Yet his friend decided to try. Before he could get out of his own trench, he sergeant yanked him back inside and ordered him not to go. “It’s too late. You can’t do him any good and you’ll only get yourself killed.”

A few minutes later, the officer turned his back, and instantly the man was gone after his friend. A few minutes later, he staggered back, mortally wounded, with his friend, now dead, in his arms. The sergeant was both angry and deeply moved. “What a waste,” he blurted out. “He’s dead and you’re dying. It just wasn’t worth it.”

With almost his last breath, the dying man replied, “Oh, yes, it was, Sarge. When I got to him, the only thing he said was, ’I knew you’d come, Jim!”  One of the true marks of a friend is that he is there when there is every reason for him not to be….when to be there is sacrificially costly.  (Copied).    How many true friends do you have?