Yesterday my best friend from high school was buried. The funeral was akward and I kept thinking that there was a room full of people who didn't know her.
In high school, she was the president of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, extremely active and influential in our youth group, and outspoken about Jesus. In college she began using drugs, became a lesbian and ultimately became a different person than I had known. I didn't know the girl that was buried yesterday, nor did her friends of the last few years know the girl that I knew.
I'm not so sure the picture of Jesus or of Lisa was painted accurately yesterday. I grieve the loss of my friend and have many memories of the girl who loved Jesus.
