Mainly, my friends are physical and my enemies are
conceptual.
Profanity, infidelity, murder, rape, hatred, selfishness,
pride… these are actions people do or characteristics that people embody. I
hate these things. But I’m able to not hate the people. I know that sin is in
everyone and that I must love them no matter what. Right now, I’m happy to
say that I have no people I personally know that are my enemies.
Someone who embodies a sinful characteristic, knows it, and refuses to change it becomes my enemy. Those who use excuses or reasons to justify what they continue to do, when they know it is wrong, become my enemy. Those who set limits on themselves defining what they can and can’t accomplish and don't try to improve beyond that also bother me. However, all these people have to do is want to try to stop, and they are my friends. Those that sit there and do nothing about it, refusing to get help when they know something is wrong, are harder to overlook.
Someone who embodies a sinful characteristic, knows it, and refuses to change it becomes my enemy. Those who use excuses or reasons to justify what they continue to do, when they know it is wrong, become my enemy. Those who set limits on themselves defining what they can and can’t accomplish and don't try to improve beyond that also bother me. However, all these people have to do is want to try to stop, and they are my friends. Those that sit there and do nothing about it, refusing to get help when they know something is wrong, are harder to overlook.
Sometimes there are people that are sinning and don’t know it is sin. I don’t really know any of these people, but I know they are out there. They may have not been brought up with any teachings on the matter. They may have been brought up in a family that taught them values in a skewed manner.
I try my best to love everybody I come into contact with. It
is harder to love enemies, but usually instead of being angry at them I feel
sorry for them and wish I could help them come to understand the truth somehow.
Concepts tend to make me emote or feel more than reality does. I really hate murder, and the thought of murderers make me angry. However, were I actually to meet a murderer, I am likely to love and have sympathy for them. It's weird what reality does to my brain.
I pray that God can continue to help me delineate sins from
people so I can love everybody. I guess “hate the sin, love the sinner” applies
here. I can do that, as long as the sinner is attempting to change their ways,
even if they fail continually, which they (and I) probably will.
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