But I remember one night, sitting outside of my teenage daughter’s locked bedroom door as she screamed “I hate you!” for hours.
I understood. I messed up and embarrassed her in front of her friends. I felt bad and apologized. But that didn’t seem to be enough, and the raging continued.
Finally I had to set aside the sting of those words. They didn’t really count. This was anger talking – anger and embarrassment disguised as hatred. There was only one thing I could do. Sit outside that door and silently love back. For every “I hate you,” I thought, “No, you don’t. You love. No one and nothing can take that love out of you.”
With all the hateful, violent acts perpetrated in the name of some cause, some unhealed hurt, or embarrassment, or anger, or any other form of insanity – I keep thinking, No you don’t, hatred! You do not get to win. If I have to stay up many nights praying to really understand what it means to love those who hate – I will not accept that there is a spot in this universe or a place in a single heart that cannot be reached and healed by love.
No matter what is said or done, we are all purpose-built to love and that can never, ever be taken away.
"Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all."
(from the poem, "Mother’s Evening Prayer", by Mary Baker Eddy, Poems, 3 )
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