There were some issues going on in the family concerning my grandfather’s second wife and how much of a prick she’s being. My immediate reaction after my mom told me was “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth”, and I was totally ready to get back at her, with interest too! Of course, she had to remind me that this wouldn’t be the way God would’ve wanted us to take care of things, and by doing that, we’d just be sinking down to her level. Yes, I realize all this, but the fact that she’s sleeping around with another man, stealing my grandfather’s money, and charging my uncle to take care of HER husband just makes my blood boil.  D<

I was totally ready to pray to God to have her die a horrible freak accident, or at least get her back for being an ungrateful whore, since we can’t do much about it ourselves. Then I was reading my evening devotions and I came across this short story:

Two of us were chatting with Sadhu Sundar Singh in my office one morning. The Sadhu had just arrived in London. We knew little concerning him, and my friend was anxious to find out if he knew the doctrine of that “perfect love” of which Saint John speaks.

“Does he understand?” asked my friend, turning to me.

The Sadhu smiled and quietly said: “When I throw a stone at the fruit tree, the fruit tree throws no stone back, but gives me fruit. Is it that?” Then he went on to ask: “Should not we, who love the Lord Jesus, be like sandalwood, which imparts its fragrance to the ax which cuts it?”

Right then and there I wanted to kick something, because I knew that was God speaking to me and telling me that no, I shouldn’t pray to Him about having that lady die a miserable death or anything bad. After all, it is easy to love someone who loves you (or at least respects you) back, but it is when we love our enemies too that we are set apart from the rest. That is how others will see Christ in us. :3