Uh… the talking snake was the bad guy. You’re not helping you case, bro.

What is friendship about?

Like all things, it’s about Jesus.

I suppose we take a tremendous risk every time we make a friend, as we are choosing to place a level of trust in a being that is inherently untrustworthy.
For some reason it still seems worth it.

A few years ago, I don’t remember when, someone asked me whether I would prefer to be loved or respected.

At the time I found it a very hard question, but now I understand: it is only our pride that seeks the respect of others, but love is what we were made for.

Whatever happens to me in life, and whoever I become, to be loved is the only thing that will ultimately satisfy. If all the people in the world respect me, esteem me, consider me great, but no one loves me, what have I gained?