How many true friends do I really have?
How many friends would lay down their lives for me?
That number is almost always inflated until something really happens and then you realize, “I don’t think so.” “I guess not.” “All these men who I thought would come to my aid … where are they?”
How many people are there to whom I can open up my heart and soul with total trust?
This is hardly a plea to be able to do this with a lot. If you [have] two guys you can do this with, that’s an incredible gift. One’s a great gift. I don’t want countless people I can bear my soul to, but I better have somebody or I’m alone …
If I were to die today, how many people would really care for more than a few days? How many would come to my funeral?
How many lives were changed in a positive way by my friendship?
How many persons were reconciled, converted, or grew in the life of the Church as a result of my friendship? How many people came to know the Lord through me?
How many will I bring with me? I’m not supposed to come alone.
Are my friendships a fundamental part of my prayer life?
Do I really pray for my brothers?
Do I really talk to the Lord about my friends? Do I plead on their behalf with him?
Do we pray for our friends? Are they an essential part every day? Do we care about their needs?
How many would I lay down my life for?