Unorthodox, you say?

I was thinking yesterday . . . about a friend. Probably my best friend. I've only known him for two years. But I really know him. We're like brothers. He's not a Christian though. And along those lines, he's my ministry. My work in progress. I don't preach to him. I don't drag him to church. I don't tell him he's going to hell if he doesn't repent. I don't do any of that stuff that Christians somehow are convinced that we must do. I just love him. I am his friend. And you know what? It's alright. "But it's been two years", you say. So? Jesus spent three years with his disciples before some of them finally, whole-heartedly believed in him. Dang, I've forgotten everything else I was going to say; and it was so profound, too. Oh well . . .