Really, I don’t think anyone hates me. I should say, that if someone thinks they hate me, they don’t really know me. I am lovable.
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.”
I prayed for hours that night and read hymns to remind me that God loves us all. Love doesn’t count the goof-ups, keeps no record of sins, forgives and opens our hearts to forgiveness. I loved back for every "I hate you" until the house grew quiet and we both slept.
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.
Divine Love is already there. No one and nothing can take the love of God out of us. Hatred does not win. Not ever. Whatever hate’s mask, Love counters the lie. "And Love is reflected in love." (Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, Mary Baker Eddy, 17)
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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I have practiced Christian Science professionally in
some form since 1979.
But my journey with
Christian Science started
in a Sunday school
where as a young child
I was taught the Scriptures and some simple basics
of Jesus' method of
scientific Christian healing.
A significant experience
at the age of twelve
opened my eyes to
the great potential
of this practice.
After impaling my foot
on a nail,
I prayed the way I had learned
in Sunday school.
the pain stopped
and healing began.
By the next morning the wound had disappeared completely.
the great potential
of Christian Science,
there would be no