You are my friends if you do what I command you.
I no longer call you slaves,
because a slave does not know what his master is doing.
I have called you friends,
because I have told you everything I have heard from my Father.
It was not you who chose me, but I who chose you
and appointed you to go and bear fruit that will remain,
so that whatever you ask the Father in my name he may give you.
This I command you: love one another.” John 15:12-17
because a slave does not know what his master is doing.
I have called you friends,
because I have told you everything I have heard from my Father.
It was not you who chose me, but I who chose you
and appointed you to go and bear fruit that will remain,
so that whatever you ask the Father in my name he may give you.
This I command you: love one another.” John 15:12-17
What might it be like to know myself liked by
God, truly appreciated, loved with great tenderness, understanding, compassion? Could
God be at least as good as my best friend, a friend who knows my goodness
as well as my sometime cantankerousness and angularity and still just loves
being with me? What might it be like to imagine a God like that?
Photograph by Brother Jonah.
Photograph by Brother Jonah.
