My friend Ron had had a rough relationship with his dad. I met Ron's dad just once. It was at Ron's funeral.

The information is sketchy. A witness saw Ron's Lexus plow into the back of a truck at high speed on the highway. No one else was hurt. That's all I know. So I flew back to attend his funeral.

Two years later I bought another plane ticket, because Dick, another member of our small church, died too, of old age and natural causes. I was able to take part in his service.

I marvel when I think how much these men cared for each other, because less than ten years earlier none of them had known the others existed. And they weren't coworkers in an office, or players on a sports team. The reason and cause of their bond was Christ. Honestly, nothing else was accomplished except the living, eternal work of God in their souls through the love of Christ.

I can testify that sanctified people make you emotionally and spiritually rich. These men had their faults and often stumbled in their Christian walk—and that might make some people want to give up on them. But it works better to risk your heart and to cherish each person with God's love. This is how God made sanctification to be.