Today I answered a call. The name was familiar, but not one our group of friends from around Kindersley uses.
This person has not been in regular contact for around five years. She moved to another town and we had intermittently talked — but probably not for the past two years.
Her voice was immediately recognizable. That’s what happens when you’ve gotten to know someone well. We laughed and joked a bit, and then got down to discussion.
Apparently she is becoming disillusioned with her church. A bit of theology here, relationships there, and I suppose some wearing down over time.
We talked, or rather — she talked. She needed to vent. She cried and explained and remained coherent. I felt a deep ache for her. I empathized and will pray for her.
I am reminded that years of time does not lessen bonds developed over time. For that I am thankful. Perhaps some day it will be my turn!!