The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.
Last night we gathered for our December Meal together. It struck me that there is something which bonds us together, keeps us close, endures us no matter our age, our place in society or our choice of religious expression. It doesn’t care that you’r a girl and I’m a boy; and it certainly could care less about the content of our bank accounts.
With a hand shake or a hug, we know the reason we are entwined together. Neither looking for approval or displaying any disregard of each others personal endeavors; we come together, we share, we smile and we shed a tear. To consume food with family and friends, is an expression which goes to the dawn of time for us as a people. Some were in caves, some on plains under trees while others were on the shores of unnamed oceans. We came together. We have always come together and God willing we will come together again.
I see you and know you. I have been where you have been. It may have been different but it was the same. It was scary and it hurt. You made it and I made it. Good for you my friend, I see you and know you. Come, let us share food. Last night we did share and we are all better and stronger for it. It is so good to see and blessed to be apart of such an occasion of reality.
I have said it before and will continue to believe; each of you are the most amazing individuals I know. I count it first among my many blessings that I have broken bread with you and I don’t even eat or had the best conversation and I cannot say a word. Driving home last night, I realized I had the best of conversations because you are my friends.