Charles (Chuck) Kensinger

I’d like to talk to you about my best friend. In this case, I am not speaking of my wife. I will tell you about her first. Then I will explain why another best friend surpasses even her.

We have been together for over fifty years. That is a long time. We met while I was in college, and we were married two weeks after I graduated. Our marriage is not perfect. We have good days and bad. Most are the former. The latter have been fewer as time goes on. I am staying with her because I want to. She completes me.

While we are close and I have shared my life with her for fifty years, there is a friend I have known for longer. His name is Jesus. I’ve known Him for sixty years. He has known me since before I was born.

He is the creator God. You may have heard the names Jehovah or Yahweh. This is who He is. Those names literally mean, “I am that I am.” In the book of Exodus, He gave Moses that name after Moses saw the bush that burned but was not consumed. (Exodus 3:1-15) He did that to get the man’s attention.

Abraham is referred to as a friend of God. (James 2:23) He had a son, Isaac, who had two sons, Esau and Jacob. They were twins, but Esau was born first. Jehovah chose Jacob to have twelve sons, changed his name to Israel and made the children of Israel his descendants.

He wrestled with Jacob. Remember that? Jacob was running from his brother Esau because he took the birthright that Esau did not even want and sold it for some soup. When their father, Isaac, was going to die, the older brother wanted what was his. They were both as selfish as we were. Jacob ran for his life and fought God in a dream. He was physically injured from that spiritual contest. (Genesis 27:1-28:19)

Moses went onto the mountain and conversed for forty days. (Exodus 32:1) The Israelites became discouraged and rebelled against Jehovah. He was with them, but they were jealous because their leader would rather spend time with Him than do what they needed and wanted him to do for them. (Exodus 32:2-7)

My friend, Jesus, teaches these things to me from His books. He had other friends write them down for us. Other followers of His have saved them for thousands of years. We now have them collected in one volume that we call The Holy Bible.

Holy means separate. It means better than other things. What these people have written surpasses the knowledge and wisdom of men. Our friend, Jesus, came to this planet to die for us. Because He wanted us to eventually be with Him when we die, as we must. Our bodies are not eternal. They are temporal or temporary.

If you are His friend and have accepted Him as Savior, Lord, and friend, you are already with Him in a place outside of time and space. We do not know this until we leave our physical bodies. Many songs and writers have told us that loved ones are waiting for us to come where they have gone ahead of us.

This is not true. In our human thinking, we cannot see that Heaven, where Yahweh lives, is all around us. It is in a dimension that most of us do not see, hear, feel, touch, or even recognize until we leave our bodies. His followers experience His presence even now through Holy Spirit.

Our spirits died when the first humans sinned. They rebelled against Him, and if we continue to reject Him, we will be separated from the Holy One forever. That is a long time. (Genesis 3:1-6) Much longer than fifty years. Our friend told us that our spirit needed to be reborn. He said this to a man named Nicodemus, and it is recorded in some of the books I spoke of earlier. (John 3:1-7)

I urge you to look at these scriptures that I have given to you. Have you read them? Do you study them to know who He is and that He is your friend who is closer than any brother? Discover my best friend and yours. Do it today, if you have never met Him before.

You may already know Him. You might have made Him your Savior years ago. Have you given Him control of your life? This is done minute by minute and hour by hour every day from now until you realize you are in His presence. Join us.

©Copyright 2025 by Charles Kensinger