I have called you friends.
I was asked to say a few words over an anonymous corpse in Llano Cemetery, where Potter County, Texas, buried its unknown dead. No family or friend had been found.
Professional musician Jay Boy Adams’ father told him he didn’t have enough friends to serve as pallbearers at his funeral.
I have no idea how that feels. I run out of fingers counting friends who would come to my aid before sunset if I called out to them.
Jesus told his disciples, “I no longer call you servants . . . Instead, I call you friends.” To define the depth of his friendship—for them and us—he said, “Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends” (Jn 15:13–15).
With a friend like that, you are never alone.
Jesus knows everything about you—
and is still your friend.