Today is our son, Benji’s birthday.
He was killed in a car accident when he was 19.
The memories of his life will forever be with me.
Things that he left behind are cherished——
His tattered Bible.
The card he gave me as a teenager that said, “I love you.”
Shortly after his death, I was told a story about him.
It is one that I also continue to cherish.
It seems that Benji was out with friends in a car.
One of the young men with him happened to use God’s name in a cursing manner.
Benji didn’t like his choice of words and told him not to say that.
His friend responded by saying the offensive words over and over again, probably trying to be funny.
Benji became very insistent about the language being used.
Reacting to Benji’s anger over the situation, the young man said something like, “Whoa! Benji! I thought we were friends!”
Benji replied, “Yeah. Well, I’m better friends with God….”
Friends with God.
When someone we love dies, certain things don’t really matter anymore.
Did they go to college?
What job did they have?
Where did they live?
Those things aren’t really what’s most important.
Benji went on a journey the day he left this earth.
It was a journey I was not expecting him to take for many years.
When he left, there was only one thing that was mattered.
Benji was friends with God….
And the Scripture was fulfilled, saying, “And Abraham believed God, and it was counted to him for righteousness,” and he was called a friend of God.