The Preacher's Friend
This blog is dedicated to its founder, a man who was a friend to this preacher.
In life there are many things we regret, but one thing is never regretted and that is being a friend.
It matters not who we befriend. Being a friend will not be one of those acts you are ashamed of
when it is found out.
In my early ministry God brought a man into my life, well educated, brilliant personally, but so
intelligent, as is often the case, that he was somewhat of a social misfit. He could preach, work,
give, and I have never met anyone who was so thrifty, so willing to live on nothing in order to be
no cost to a church or society. He always paid his way, always gave of himself. This man was a
friend, a friend to anyone who needed a friend.
For some reason he took a liking to me, spent time helping me, he was never in the way, always
willing to give or serve in any way needed. Though I was occasionally a friend to him, I can say
he was always a friend to me, a friend without any strings attached.
He had some troubles in the ministry, but would never consider leaving the Lord's work. Through
these troubles he gained a heart for hurting preachers. He probably hurt as much as any
preacher I ever met. He could have been the one crying out for a friend, but instead, he reached
out to other preachers in love and kindness. At one point in his ministry he began a blog, "The
Preachers Friend." He did it, I believe, to offer some friendship to preachers who were hurting, to
vent a little of his own frustration, and as a vent for his incredible intellect and love for God.
I will not venture into illustrations of his life, if you knew him you need none, if you did not know
him you would not believe the unique character he was. But I will say this, he was a friend to me.
He loved me. Unique in his preaching, I remember the Christmas Day he offered to preach at the rescue mission a hour away. Though Christmas morning, he went with a group of our people and
preached a memorable sermon for those men on skid row, "I Don't Care Who you are Fat Man,
Get those Reindeer off my Roof." He made skid row smile on Christmas Day.
Some years after his death, I remembered this blog and thought, I wonder if I might resurrect it,
just as a memorial to this brother who loved people. I could never venture into his intellectual
abilities, but I might offer a helpful word or two to preachers who need some love or a kick in the
He loved the ministry at Faith Baptist Church, loved our people, loved to preach, to laugh, to
witness, and most of all, he loved God.
So this opening page is dedicated to my friend. The most unique character I was ever blessed to
know, Allen Trewin.