I have not seen Jonathon since I was about 10-years-old. We were best friends. We had sleep overs, got in trouble in Sunday school and were there for each other. I recall the sadness of seeing him move away. This past weekend we reconnected–about 28 years since seeing each other. He doesn’t climb trees much anymore, but he still loves to fish. (I still suck at fishing). We are both men with families.
I was touched when Jon told me that he kept a drawing of the space shuttle I sent him for many years. I recall him giving me pilot wings that his dad gave him (his dad, deceased while we were kids, worked for an airline). These tokens since lost in time were not lost in either of our memories.
We visited my mom’s church on Sunday in Dallas, Georgia. The pastor spoke on friendship, mentioning how he moved away from his childhood best friend. Who in the Bible did the pastor speak about? Jonathon. I was sitting next to my friend Jonathon thinking of how neat it was for God to have orchestrated such a sermon for me. (Yeah, I do think God does that sort of thing!)
God has serendipitously placed this guy in my life and I in his. I look forward to continuing our friendship. Will our paths cross again? I sure hope so.
While we are on the topic of friendship, my mom has friends I met this weekend. From right to left: Espy, Yolanda and my mom. These are very special people to me now.
Have you ever wondered what happened to your long lost friend?