I can’t bring myself to say that I really hate anyone; I praise the Lord that no one has done so much to me that I should think I would have to use those words in order to convey heinous nature of their offenses - all except one man. And he knows who he is. So this night, as God attempts to draw me to himself through the immense sin of another against me, I struggle. I struggle to live out that despite the worst sins that have been committed against me, I still know that my offenses against the Lord are innumerable. Thus, because he loves and forgives, how could I have the pride to do anything but the same?
Stephen
