When Loving Includes the Enemy
One of my students, I’ll call her Marla, has come a long
way. In the last year I have seen her
blossom in confidence and imagination. I’ve
seen her grow more secure in life and a little more bold. Not too much.
But the right much. I’m so proud
of her and can’t wait to see how she continues to grow.
She’s a star.
Really. She’s one of
the stars in my Christmas musical. Which
is really amazing, since a year ago, she was so timid she was scared to death
to sing in a quintet. This year, she
sings-dances-solos. It really has been a
remarkable year for her.
And I’m very protective of her and of her growth. I was feeling nervous about the reaction to
all this when the full choir sees her shine during full rehearsals… well, only
nervous about one person. I’ll call her
Beatrice the Bully.
I know she’ll be jealous.
I don’t want Beatrice to eat Marla’s progress. I don’t want Marla’s heart or spirit or umph
to be crushed.
So, I took an offensive stand. I spoke to someone over her and said, “If
Beatrice says anything to hurt Marla, even one thing, she will not be allowed
to be in the musical.”
That someone over her is someone I enjoy. A friend.
And she said something to me that I needed to hear. “Well, maybe I can prepare Beatrice so that
she’s ready to see Marla in the spotlight.
Let me talk to her and ease her in to the thought – instead of just
going to her with a threat.”
Woah. Stop.
She is responsible for both Marla and Beatrice. And she was thinking about how to be
responsible for both their hearts. Even
though both are my students, I was seeing Beatrice as the enemy. My friend was seeing her as someone who needs
loving.
Same story. Take two.
A neighbor woke up in the middle of the night to find a
woman trying to get into her house. Then
the car. Something was going on with the
woman. She was lost in her mind for one
reason or another. She went to the next
house, then the next, on down the street.
While a family member called the police, this neighbor followed the
lady. She didn’t want that stranger to
get hurt.
And here I am this morning, thinking about loving my enemies…
whoever my enemies might be. And how God
loved us while we were enemies. His enemies.
I want to be bold in this.
In my home. On the highway. With my students and my friends and my
family. To care even when I feel
threatened. To treat others the way I
want to be treated.
To treat others the way God has treated me.
That's called grace.
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