Proverbs 27:6 Faithful are the wounds of a friend,
but the kisses of an enemy are excessive.
I have a strange friend. He has convinced me that the way he shows love is to call me names (e.g. dork, dweeb, dufus, putz, or his favorite, "galoot"!) He's convinced me so well, that I do the same to him (e.g. stubby, schmuck, looser, and my favorite, "Barney Rubble Toes"!)
It's weird, but it seems to work for us. We've known each other since the 3rd grade and our love is closer than that of brothers.
But the other day he did something that made me feel even more loved. He confronted me with my sin. It was like he threw cold water in my face while I was sleeping. It hurt and scared me and made me want to throw him out a window. But it was so right.
I was walking around "coma-like" and his words shook me back to reality.
In the end, I much prefer the "wounds of a friend" to the "kisses of an enemy".
Thanks, Stubby!
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A friend like that cares more about your soul than offending you. What a rare, good thing. It means, too, that you've been real enough with this person that he knows when something's amiss.
You are a wonderful dork.
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