Brock had been trying to be a better friend to Boyd, but it
wasn’t easy. The church that he pastored
was big and it had been a daunting task to meet the entire leadership of the
church, not to mention, all the members who wanted to speak with him. There was more than one occasion when a
meeting with a deacon had gone sideways and he had to confide in Boyd, but Boyd
would say something spiteful and walk out on the conversation. Brock admittedly hadn’t handled those moments
well, but he didn’t feel that it was his full responsibility to be the one to
reconcile the two of them all the time.
What was Boyd’s responsibility when most of the time, it was him who
started something between the two of them.
It was wearing on Brock’s nerves. He was started to regret asking Boyd to come
with him. The moments when Boyd was a
friend had been few and far between.
Most of the time, Boyd complained, and he hadn’t taken advantage of any
of the people he had been introduced to at the church. Boyd was just a drain at the moment.
It had been worse for the past few weeks since Brock had
been focusing on the Resurrection weekend events. He hadn’t even seen Boyd the whole week. Boyd hadn’t been at church on that
Wednesday. Brock reached out to him and
asked if he wanted to go to the mall in the hope of trying to make some kind of
amends so that his mind could be clear to focus on the sermon for Sunday. He still hadn’t gotten a clear view of his
sermon. He was just praying that God
would give him something.
It was moments like this that Boyd would help him come up
with something. Boyd was good at saying
something that was inspiring or thought provoking, and it would help him come
up with a sermon. But, Brock was scared
to even talk about it with his friend.
That hurt Brock’s heart more than he wanted to admit.
