The Luke quote, we know as Christians, was Peter denying his friendship…in fact, he was denying any relationship…he was denying that he even knew his very own Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He would do so twice again. If this was so, how can any of us, no matter how much we think we love, admire, and even worship each other as friends, actually believe we are true friends. The greatest truth I’ve come to know; there is only one true friend in the entire world and universe for each and every single one of us. And He is the same friend…for each and every one of us.
This realization hit home for me this week, after listening to one of my very favorite songs from very different times, in the days of my youth. Something about the innocence and honesty in Ringo’s voice turned the Sgt. Pepper gem “With a Little Help From My Friends” into the anthem of my generation…an anthem that was magically amplified by Joe Cocker two years later at Woodstock. Ringo believed what he was singing, and Cocker threw his entire being into it on that stage in Bethel.
Today I am listening to the song as I am driving, on my way to meet my new friends pictured above, and smiling as I’m thinking about my old friends. Of one in particular, who years ago on a California beach found herself befriended by two young men. One, who called himself Light, and the other who called himself Energy. There was something about them, an appeal beyond physical, something unseen she simply knew she wanted. They would take her to “the Father” who would help her attain it…in the Beverly Hills. She would discover, soon thereafter, that the very charismatic Father was only interested in the generous curves of her physical being. This was the same old Liberal friend, still falling for charismatic fathers, who sent me the “I’m pro-mind your own damn business” message I referred to last Sunday.
The success of any cult relies on several key ingredients; What we wish and want to be true. What feels right. And the overall production of our experience…in this case, an elaborate mansion in Beverly Hills, beautiful people…mostly naked, and a very charismatic and convincingly authoritative Father. My Woodstock Generation was groomed, primed, and perfectly conditioned for another similar production on a far more elaborate, diabolical, and global level many years later. A production so vast and expansive, it is nearly impossible to comprehend. And yet, it is being exposed and revealed to us at this very moment in time.
We are all attracted to things of beauty, be it song or works of art. Sailors may fall in love with wonderful horizons, majestic sunsets, wave-riding moonbeams, but those who fail to navigate by the one North Star will remain hopelessly lost at sea. Just as the world’s greatest architects who cherish the creative freedom of shapes and dimensions, would leave us meaningless rubble without the objective truth found only in the square, level, and plumb. Natural Law…the derivation of our most sacred and cherished human rights!
My friends, pictured above, know as I know our true friend and Father. He is the very same friend and Father our Founders knew. I met them this weekend at a magnificent Annual Flag Day and Second Amendment Rally in Auburn MA.
The greatest friend and love of my life, was only so as long as I believed as she believed. So many of us have built our castles on the same shifting sands, we are too many to count or even imagine. And yet, when we love each other as and through the one who knows the numbers of hairs on each of our heads, then and only then are we to each other, as I am to the three above…
Your friend in Christ.