This past week I spoke at a conference in Vancouver. While there, I visited two old friends: Corey, and J.P.
Corey and I go back to university. The last time I saw him was six years ago. (For those of you who have read What’s So Confusing About Grace?, he’s the guy who defended serial killer Christians in a marathon debate over grace and law.)
J.P. and I go back to elementary school. The last time I saw J.P. was eighteen years ago. (In What’s So Confusing About Grace? I recall the time that J.P. and I played a Led Zeppelin record backwards looking for messages from the devil.) ‘The last time I saw J.P. was at my wedding. And as I drove home after our evening at the Brassneck Brewery, I mused that this past Thursday night was probably the longest conversation I’ve had with J.P. in twenty-five years.
Corey and J.P. Two friends. One from university. The other from elementary school. And what hit me as I flew home Saturday morning is the special kind of value there is to be found in old friends like these. You may not see them for five or ten or twenty years. But when you finally cross paths again, it’s like you last saw them yesterday. You can pick right up where you left off, talking for hours, laughing, joking, reminiscing, and waxing philosophical. And not a single uncomfortable silence the whole time.
And when you part you know that when you next cross paths, you can once again pick up right where you left off.
On this day, Canadian Thanksgiving, one thing I’m thankful for is old friends.