"I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear."
Martin Luther King Jr.
Whether it is white hot rage or stone-cold indifference, hate always seems justified. It feels righteous, even virtuous.
“Hate” reminds me of something Frederick Buechner wrote about "Anger."
“Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back--in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.”
Hate is easy. It marinates in resentment and lives for revenge. Yet nothing good comes from hate, only death. Life requires love.
What is the hard work of love for you this week?