There are times when we look back at our lives and wonder where our friends have gone, be it from school or a place we lived a long time ago. Sometimes we reminisce and think about the good days and times we had. Other times we might look back with sadness or regret over words spoken in haste or actions beyond reason.
There are several people I think of when I ponder what seems like the “days of old” to me. There seems to be periods of time that are characterized by those I called my friends, or my “inner circle”. Sometimes those friends were well chosen. Other times, not so well chosen. Sometimes I look back in heartbreak for those friends who have fallen in the Battlefield of The Faith. Other times I look to find hope in others that have continued to fight.
I think, for me, at times I look back (usually a bad thing to do anyways) and see the times when I realize that I was wounded in battle myself and nearly turned into a casualty of the war. Even worse is when I look back to realize that I was used by the enemy to inflict damage to my own side, my own friends and brothers.
This war of The Faith is unlike any other war ever fought between mankind. The enemy is very well (7,000 years roughly) embedded and dug in. Often times we are deceived or distracted from the battle, pretending that the enemy doesn’t really want to kill us or destroy our Faith. We’ve become even more foolish by forgetting what we are fighting for. We begin to think that we are fighting for monuments and not the lives of those around us.
If we gain anything from our memories of friends, good times and bad, let it be remembered that people are what matter in this life and everything else will burn like gasoline. Hold your friends and family close.