Love your enemies. (Umm…)
Do good to those who hate you. (Wait…)
Bless those who curse you. (Say whaa?)
Pray for those who mistreat you. (*sigh*)
Those are Jesus’s words. And whether you believe in Him or not, you can’t argue with the goodness in them.
But doggonit, they drive me NUTS.
You see, I’m one of those (often annoying) people who have somehow come out of their childhood holding on (with an iron fist) to a overly severe sense of justice.
To people like me, racism is just plain stupid. It doesn’t make one bit of sense, and there is zero justice in it, whatsoever. How it has ever been tolerated under any circumstances is beyond my understanding.
An eye for an eye doesn’t sound so ridiculously outrageous to my brain.
And two plus two equals four. If you thought you were going to find a way to make it equal six… well then, DUH?
*Disclaimer: I am no way advocating my brain activity, and am under no illusion that it is always (or mostly ever) right. (Except for that first statement. I’m holding firm to that first one for as long as my brain still functions.)
So when I read things like “love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back” you can imagine my dismay.
It is NOT, in any sense of the word, “just”.
And it’s so very, VERY hard.
But it’s good. It’s so good… and I hope to get there someday. To be able to take those words on with ease…and practice them with joy.
Unfortunately, I’m not there yet. I’m not sure I’m even close.
But I know someone who is.
This girl I know… she gets it. I’m not even sure she KNOWS that she gets it, but she does.
Each (and every) time I start going off about the mistreatment of someone I love, by someone that I… errr, don’t…
she quietly reminds me of how that person isn’t all bad.
That maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on them.
That they have good in them, too, she’s sure of it and that I shouldn’t hold a grudge.
She gets it.
She teaches me.
And she’s my daughter. My teenager, in fact. (How’s that for irony?)
13 years ago this past July 24th, God gave me a special gift.
He gave me this special baby girl, who has loved just about everyone she’s come in contact with from the second she was ushered into this unjust world.
He knew I’d need her.
And I will always thank Him for her, with all that is within me, every single day of my life.
(And try to get my heart to grow half as big as hers, while I’m at it.)
Happy birthday to my Lillers.
The most beautiful teenager, inside and out, that I have ever met.
Video (up top) on how I made the doughnuts, the buttercream stripes, and the drippy ganache!