One upon a time, there was a Man who understood the hearts of man. He understood the simplest things and He understood the most complicated. He understood because He took the trouble to understand.
He understood when He looked at a boy who walked down the street that he had just played with his friend and the feelings that go with those precious times.
He understood when He looked at a woman as she stared out in front of her, that she had just been told that she was dying.
He understood when He picked up the basket of fruit for an old woman how much she needed to be shown that kindness.
He understood when He saw a man hitting another man; He understood both their hearts and the hate that caused pain and the hate that resulted from that pain.
He understood all of these things and more. And He still loved them and will always love them.
I am a part of the Body of Christ—but I don’t love like He loved. I am a part of His Bride—but I don’t respect or love those He loves. In fact, I more often hate them. One day, I will be married to that understanding Man, and I will repent of my hates, my dislikes, my grudges, my discriminations, and He will wipe them from my life. But why make Him do more when I know, if He were in my place, He would stop the moment He thought of it? With His love strengthening me, I too can see and understand the hearts of all who I encounter.
Shalom
