I think that Christ's injunction to love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you is, in the abstract, one of the most beautiful notions in the Bible. It seems to put the fundamental impulse of Christianity in such wonderful perspective– enough with this mire of terrestrial pettiness, enough with this childish squabbling among them whom God created to be siblings, enough of these flimsy barriers we build with our pride and wrath against the true order of a loving universe!
But it's such a difficult command to put into practice. When I think of those who've made me angry, those who've mistreated me, those who've said things that I've found objectionable or harmful, those who've been cruel to me and those that are close to me, those who seem to take pleasure in making my life unhappy, I have such a hard time restraining my desire to see them harmed and humiliated, my desire to nurse the wounds they've dealt me just so I can take a vindictive kind of delight in hating them more, my desire to fantasize about getting back at them.
Any criticism of my anger, when I'm in those moods, is difficult to endure. I sometimes force myself to think about the unpleasant and malicious people I've encountered and try to "decide" to love them, even going so far as to pray for them to God by name, but sometimes simply saying or thinking the words "God bless Anthony," when I remember what Anthony has done to me or to someone close to me, is painful in itself– actually meaning it feels impossible. It's like I have to live without the one solace I could take in Anthony's cruelty, without the pleasure of being angry with him, without the pleasure of my sense of moral rightness, without the pleasure that comes with being the righteous victim. Meanwhile, Anthony continues to think, say, and do cruel things with seeming impunity, not troubled for a second by the damage that he does. In the abstract, "love your enemy" is a wonderful command, but in real life, it feels like I'm being ordered to let an injustice stand without even the catharsis of an emotional response.
How can I make myself feel any differently? How can I stop stoking my positive hatred for the damaging people I've encountered, much less develop a positive love for them? I want everyone to be saved, of course, but then, if I had my way, everyone in the universe would be saved, no matter how awful their crimes. It isn't enough to say "I want Anthony to ultimately see the error of his ways and repent." I know I should love Anthony at this very moment, even in his sin, even in his cruelty, even as I continue to suffer because of him. But how can I let go of my spite when it comes so instinctively, and offers such comfort? How can I love an awful person when it shocks my conscience to do so?
But it's such a difficult command to put into practice. When I think of those who've made me angry, those who've mistreated me, those who've said things that I've found objectionable or harmful, those who've been cruel to me and those that are close to me, those who seem to take pleasure in making my life unhappy, I have such a hard time restraining my desire to see them harmed and humiliated, my desire to nurse the wounds they've dealt me just so I can take a vindictive kind of delight in hating them more, my desire to fantasize about getting back at them.
Any criticism of my anger, when I'm in those moods, is difficult to endure. I sometimes force myself to think about the unpleasant and malicious people I've encountered and try to "decide" to love them, even going so far as to pray for them to God by name, but sometimes simply saying or thinking the words "God bless Anthony," when I remember what Anthony has done to me or to someone close to me, is painful in itself– actually meaning it feels impossible. It's like I have to live without the one solace I could take in Anthony's cruelty, without the pleasure of being angry with him, without the pleasure of my sense of moral rightness, without the pleasure that comes with being the righteous victim. Meanwhile, Anthony continues to think, say, and do cruel things with seeming impunity, not troubled for a second by the damage that he does. In the abstract, "love your enemy" is a wonderful command, but in real life, it feels like I'm being ordered to let an injustice stand without even the catharsis of an emotional response.
How can I make myself feel any differently? How can I stop stoking my positive hatred for the damaging people I've encountered, much less develop a positive love for them? I want everyone to be saved, of course, but then, if I had my way, everyone in the universe would be saved, no matter how awful their crimes. It isn't enough to say "I want Anthony to ultimately see the error of his ways and repent." I know I should love Anthony at this very moment, even in his sin, even in his cruelty, even as I continue to suffer because of him. But how can I let go of my spite when it comes so instinctively, and offers such comfort? How can I love an awful person when it shocks my conscience to do so?