

The easy thing to do right now is pick a side. To let darkness get me all stirred up, convince me I know who’s right, put up my dukes and deny the humanity of the wrongdoer. But isn’t this line of thinking what leads to all bloodshed?
I’ve done too much wrong myself to be playing this game. How can I make these kind of judgments without weighing my own actions on the same scales?
I am trying to live a different way. One where, even if I find it difficult, I don’t just love my neighbors, I love my enemies, too.
Love is the ultimate revolutionary act — a beautiful paradox. Though it always protects, it does not dishonor others. Though it keeps no record of wrong, it also doesn’t delight in evil. Though it delights in truth, it is also slow to anger. Love is not the feeling TV, movies, or romance novels are selling. That’s just passion, and passion doesn’t last.


