Working With Our Enemies

I want to be loving. I want to not separate people into camps: worthy of my love, not worthy of my love. Because who am I to decide? No matter what someone has done, no matter their views or even their actions, why would I want to hate them? All that does is create a hole in my heart. And yet so often, I parse. This person is good, this person is not. This person is giving me what I need, or want, this person is not. This person – in my estimation – is contributing to the world. T...