c. s. lewis on friendship...again
"In friendship, we think we have chosen our peers. In reality, a few years differences in the dates of our birth, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another, posting to different regiments, the accident of a topic being raised or not at a first meeting...any of these changes might have kept us apart. But, for a Chrisitian, there are strictly speaking, no chances. A secret Master of Ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, 'You have not chosen me but I have chosen you,' can truly say to every group of Christian friends, 'You have not chosen one another, but I have chosen you for one another.'" – C. S. Lewis
posted by Jana at 5:30 PM
5 Comments:
So you are saying that God chose me to be friends with that short arrogant hick from East Texas who had skin tight baby blue wranglers on, pointed toe boots and a bad mullet. Who still had the yellow jacket sticker from high school on his old Ford truck. God chose him? WOW!!! Good call God. Thanks.
Here's to good friends.
That's really good!
Were they really baby blue? I think they were more of a faded denim. You have to admit those boots were pretty sweet though.
You've always been a good friend Byron.
Hook'em horns and Go Jackets!
This idea, of God choosing our friends,has been tough for me to swallow; I have an incredibly hard time making Christian friends.
I have often felt obligated to try to become friends with christians ipso facto, and that has proved quite unfulfilling. I rarely feel as though other christains I meet are people that i have anything in common with, or that I'm being lead to be friends with them.
I admire the intent and sincerity of the passge you posted, but i cannot help but think that Lewis is just telling us what we want to hear, and side steping the fact that friendships are very tough, especially those that are christian.
Adam
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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