Jesus: The Death of my Best Friend

Finding Joy in the Death of a Friend Everyone has a best friend. Mine is the best. He never lies. He never thinks of himself. He always takes care of me. I wish I could have met him. My friend did not have the luxury of being born in a hospital. He took his first nap on a bed of hay, not cotton. But despite the brute welcoming to this world, I have been told …

…these things and apply his teachings to my life, the clearer I see and feel his promise that I will have an eternal home of bliss. He knows that I am not perfect. He knows that I will have my bad days. But he is always there to pick me up. Although I was not around when Jesus walked the earth, I am so thankful to my best friend for loving me enough to come.