Not enough to serve us a dynamite meal on Wednesday evening, and to engage in hours long sweet conversation, but breakfast on Thursday was in the friendship plan. So at 10:30, we gathered back at the Johnny Hodges place to delve into a sumptuous breakfast; fresh fruit, juice, Eggs Newport, sausage, English muffins…..
It was the middle of the afternoon before any of us made a move to leave. It had been a time of reflection, of reciting the wonders of God, of delving into our pasts, of bragging on Jesus and His people. So overcome with emotion he could hardly speak, Berl recounted how God moved to bring his grandson to be the pastor when he was ready to retire. He opened his heart as he told of the beauty of the transition and their remarkable relationship now as Bishop and Pastor, grandfather and grandson. He wept. . . as did I, and as did others.
A circle of elderly friends were we. And then Johnny told of the time he and Elaine had been in Israel, and from a distance he had pointed to Golgotha. “That’s where my salvation was purchased,” he said.
And on yesterday afternoon, we all gazed as he recounted the event, and we were moved to our core, and knew it to be so, and recalled that such a knowing was the glittering, silver cord that connects us six friends.
We prayed . . . and then left.
Catch it if you can . . . the spirit of enduring friendship.