Someone noted all the terrible things happening in the world but said, meaning to be comforting, “This world is not our home; eternity with our Savior awaits.”
It’s all well and good that we shall not perish but have eternal life, in whatever form that takes.
But as long as we’re here on this waiting station, shouldn’t we be as kind to one another as we can?
I’m closing in on the end of my 73rd year in this world that is not my home, and I still have never fathomed war or meanness or spite; I don’t understand violence or hatred. Why does it seem so hard to love one another, especially among those who love God?
Come to think of it, loving others is often easier than you might expect — perhaps it’s the forces of evil in the world who spread the lie that loving one another is hard.
