“Love” is a word I use in a variety of ways.
- I love my husband.
- I love the sunrise we saw yesterday.
- I love blueberry muffins like Mama made.
- I love when the traffic is reasonable and I get to work on time.
- I love the puppy that dad named First Golden Lady of Rickhaven.
- I love your idea for inviting that new neighbor to the picnic at Fain Park.
- Of course, I love God, our Creator. He deserves my admiration and dedication.
Now, I am supposed to “love my enemy” but . . .
- I do not admire his words of threat and hate.
- I do not appreciate how he has treated other people.
- I do not know what to say that will help him behave himself.
- I do not know how to give him enough time to repent and change.
- I do not trust him, so I am prepared to protect myself the best I can.
- I do not think he is setting a worthy example to the younger generation.
- Of course, I remember this: he is labeled for prayer. I pray for his repentance
And, I am to “love my neighbor as myself” which no doubt means:
