My brother’s eleven years older than I am and has always had my back. Sometimes someone would tell him, “Your fool brother is out there drunk.” Sometimes he’d come for me and sometimes he wouldn’t. He should have thrown me against a wall and screamed in my face, but he never did.
He always showed up just in time when I found myself jackknifed in a hill, my truck loaded with logs bound for Canada or broken down somewhere on that narrow, dangerous wood’s road. A letter from Viet Nam or a note from home while I was at Bible college always contained money.
He’s eighty-one now with a body that won’t cooperate. Every couple of weeks, he calls to see if I’m ok. My question to you is what can you do with someone like that?
Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor.
He sure did that with me. Can I do that for someone else?
Think about it.
Gary