I do not choose to see their pain—
My heart for them is pure disdain:
Without them I’d live life just fine
Because their sins—thank God!—aren’t mine.
My Lord, of course, will rubberstamp
This hatred, for to love I CAN’T.
Though every sin must be a curse,
The sins “they” sin are somehow worse.
How much worse we have yet to see,
But they “sin differently than me”,
Which, as we know, sets me above
These souls whom God calls me to love.
Until Christ’s heart of love I gain,
I choose to discount all their pain.
August 31, 2016
Does anyone else have a problem with I Corinthians 13?
Now you know how to pray for me. Sigh.
This poem was inspired by a line on page 80 of CRUCIAL CONVERSATIONS: Tools For Talking When Stakes Are High,
By Patterson, Grenny, McMillan, and Switzler