A Friend is Closer Than a Brother

What would you do for your friends? For your "best" friend? John 15:13 says "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." Would you lay down your life for your friend?

My devotional story today talked about a naval officer in World War II. He said he was on a troopship carrying over 10,000 men to Europe. Early one morning as he and another officer were watching the sunrise and noting how beautiful it was, they spotted an enemy torpedo headed straight for their ship. They sounded the warning but knew it would be too late to move their ship out of the path of the torpedo. About that same time, he and the other officer noted a destroyer headed towards them -- right into the path of the torpedo. The young skipper of that vessel placed his ship in the path of the torpedo to prevent it from hitting the troopship. His destroyer sank within 10 minutes. The young skipper knew that by placing his ship in the path of the torpedo to save the troopship, he would be killed. He made the ultimate sacrifice. Why? Because he and the naval officer on board the troopship were best friends. He knew his friend was on that troopship and he gave his life for his best friend!

In our society, it's difficult for us to sacrifice our time for each other, much less our life. Not one of us is promised tomorrow so maybe we should be making the most of today. It's something to think about.

"A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother." Proverbs 18:24

I'm just sayin',

--Margo

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