It is normal that each of the actors claiming themselves to be disciples of Christ, spontaneously consider themselves to be among the first, the closest disciples.
Here, as elsewhere, we play the game of the favorite disciple, in its collective version. It is to humanity, to the whole of nature that Jesus is offered,
It is to life that he thus opens his arms, without distinction of race, people, epoch, culture.
I’ve never heard of a mother who doesn’t feel equal love on each of her children.
I’ve never heard of a child who doesn’t secretly dream of — (or fight loudly with the intention of) being the preferred one.