I believe that the best of friendships lies ahead. We are too keen on hurting each other. The stuff just slips out, right when it does the most damage – right when we’re wanting it to. The ones we love the most are where our harmful teeth sink into, like we were wolves with rings on our claws.
But there is a keener medicine for the soul so refined that we can’t see it in the air, though it is all around us. It’s the Holy Spirit, our True Friend, carving up a holy repast for all of us who are desperate to eat again.
And no friendship lasts without the spirit of forgiveness, of the desire and the hope to break bread together, to eat the flesh of the Living God, who wants it that way.
A Brave New Heaven 