Being Jesus' Friend
I think about Jesus a lot. I think about him, write about him, talk about him. I sometimes sit here in my office wondering what it would be like to have actually known him -- like I know some of my dearest friends. What would it be like to eat some wings and watch the Super Bowl with him? What would it be like to call him on a Saturday afternoon and say, "I've got to run over to Home Depot and get some paint. Wanna come with?" What would it be like if you could come to know Jesus the way his disciples knew him?
Think about that. What if you could literally walk with him and talk with him the way they did?
Imagine sitting next to him at dinner like the apostle John or having him show up at your brother's funeral like Mary and Martha. How cool would it be to talk late into the night about your unanswered questions like Nicodemus did? Or what if you could find the courage to discuss your deepest, darkest secrets in the warm light of day like the woman at the well?
How would you feel if he ever looked you in the eye and called you his friend?
I've spent the last couple of days pondering these thoughts, and I've come to realize -- with an ever-increasing astonishment -- that this is precisely the invitation that has been extended to those of us who claim to be followers of Jesus. We're not just called to live better lives. We're not just called to spread his message. We're called to enter into a relationship with him -- with the understanding that he'll begin to have a profound influence upon anyone who will spend time with him.
But how is that possible? What does it take to cultivate that kind of a relationship with Jesus?