I hate hate. It outrages me. Prejudice jokes. Lumping a group of people together and making an overall judgement. The remarks and disrespect towards Latino people. I hate it. Nothing infuriates me more than ignorance about another person or people that turns into hate and disrespect for one another. There has been so much anger and hate towards people who are different from each other in my line of sight lately. It’s really been overwhelming and somewhat stressful to be honest. By nature I am a peacemaker. I make it my job to see to it that everyone is happy. It’s quite a burden seeing how it’s pretty rare that everyone is always happy. And if they are it’s because peacemakers like me are bending themselves in half trying to soften the blow for each party.
Tonight during my meditation, I thought about all the hate in the world. All the anger and ill will towards others that there is. (Really uplifting, right?) I was looking at a replica of the Pieta. I thought about how ingrained this conflict is – so ingrained in our world that even my cats’ natural inclination is to fight one another. But upon looking at the Pieta while thinking about these things I thought about the One who loved. I looked at Him lying in his mother’s arms. The love He had for this hateful world and the love that she had for her son. I thought about all the hate and all the pain and suffering it had caused… but if you think about the power of love… Hate really isn’t stronger. Sure we see it more often, maybe. A lot of times we’re more drawn to it. Why else would newspapers have the saying “If it bleeds, it leads”? But what act of hate has been remembered for 2,000 years?
Lord, heal me of the hate that I hold in my own heart towards those who have hurt me. Help me to love.
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