I suppose it is a given that everyone wants to be liked. Tonight I'm pondering the possibility that we much prefer to be liked than to be loved.
To be loved, in the best sense of the word, is to receive the grace of another, and to be covered with forgiveness for the daily faults and failings of life.
But if I am liked suggests that there is something likeable about me, and inherently worthwhile; which appeals to my sinful ego in a way that being loved and forgiven does not.
In truth, we live by the grace of God, by the love with which He loves us freely in Christ Jesus; not by any merit or worthiness in us, but solely by His divine goodness and mercy. Understanding that informs, also, the way I relate to my neighbors in the world; that I would not simply like the likeable fellas and gals that I encounter, but that I would love and gladly serve and cover with forgiveness the unpleasant, grumpy and irritating.