“There are friendships I’ve mourned over
where too much history got in the way. There were too many harsh words
and broken promises and silent disagreements, and it rotted to an
impatient grave. But there are others where we traveled the jagged road
of reconciliation, mending wounds and untying knots and covering with
grace: and on the other end of this is an ocean-deep intimacy of
perseverance that couldn’t be reached any other way. We had to wrestle
with the ugly parts of our nature. Demons were exposed. Secrets were
spilled. Yet there is a joy in this sort of enduring friendship that
goes the long distance; there’s a crazy sort of laughter with a lifelong
friend that is colored by the weight of heels digging into the ground, a
love that says, ‘I’m staying.’ We see it in the cross, and we can have
it now, even in a world such as this.”
| — | J.S. |
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