You know, this man’s friends didn’t just show up and lower him to Jesus (Mark 2:1-5, 10-12). They carried him. His whole weight, plus his bed. They may have had to carried him a long way, maybe up and down some hills, over some rough terrain, and then they had to somehow climb on top of this roof with him in tow before the lowering-to-Jesus part ever came into play.

This wasn’t just about some friends who happened to be in the right place at the right time to witness a miracle. They were there in the trenches with him, giving their time and their energy, sharing the burden of this friend they loved as they helped move him toward Jesus. I bet they prayed the whole way there, already believing for the miracle while the man yet laid lame.

I have friends like that. They have carried me many times, but especially the past few months. They show up. They share the load. They pray. They help move me closer to Jesus. It matters who your friends are. So, so grateful for my circle.

(From Lori Thompson in a Facebook post 10-25-24. Used with permission.)