Two Frenchmen met up in a bar. No, this is not a joke. These were two French-Americans. One of them would be my godfather six years after this incident. They were American GIs fighting their way through France.
My godfather had been wounded and was convalescing. The medical staff okayed his going out to a bar on crutches, along with some other wounded men. When he arrived, the place was packed with GIs and he couldn’t get in. Out of nowhere, this big rugged army soldier from his hometown appeared. The guy picked him up in his arms, crutches and all, and forcefully moved through the crowd of thirsty combat soldiers, all the way to the bar.
It always amazes me in the Christian life how a brother or sister appears at just the right moment. We might have a wound and could use some “forget-it-time.” Thank God for these burden-bearers and their unforgettable service.
However, there are so many in the way of making that possible.
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
Help the wounded.
Give it some thought.
Gary