I hated the anger I felt towards him, hated the way I treated him in his moments of weakness. I hated the doctors that gave him the opiates that eventually took over his life, and I hated the disease that robbed me of the father that had taught me to play baseball and make the best ice cream sundaes in the world.
I was working on a project with a big magazine. We had a call with one of the writers, and I called from my hospital room. I had not told anyone that I was sick, or more importantly, that I was in the hospital. I am on the call with the writer and the head of the practice, and the phone disconnects.
Jesus teaches us to do good, especially to those who spew hate. We are also taught that whatever we give to others should be given freely, out of love. Although never a popular idea in any era, we are to be walking epistles of mercy, exercising restraint because of unmerited favor we have already received.