Late yesterday afternoon I had a telephone conversation with a good friend. He’s awaiting surgery. His gallbladder is inflamed and there is an issue with a kidney stone as well. When I asked him when the surgery would be scheduled, his reply was that although he is in line, if there was someone else in worse condition, he was willing to wait and have them go first.
The conversation moved on to theology. We talked about theologians we love and admire – +Ramsey, Packer and a host of others. He told me that he was becoming much more interested in the lush grass in the pasture where he was feeding than in the fences others put up to define the space.
We discussed my friend’s blog. I mentioned a recent posting that had caused a good deal of reaction. He replied that he liked to post things that would allow people to reflect and, most importantly, ask questions. Asking questions, he felt, was really the way we had to approach theology in a meaningful way.
As we talked, I heard the sound of car doors and beeps in the background. My friend was picking up his godson from work. With real pride in his voice, he told me how the fifteen year old was learning about what it meant to work and be responsible in a job.
Finally, we had a chance to talk about the future, ours and the Church. My friend indicated that no matter what came his way, he was looking forward to future ministry. We both agreed that while there are no guarantees for the future at our respective ages, there are always opportunities for ministry.
We said good-bye and God Bless. I had the feeling that I had spoken with a Christian.
As my friend likes to say… “Make your own application…”