Whoever hates is still in the dark, stumbles around in the dark, doesn’t know which end is up, blinded by the darkness.” 1 John 2:1
A friend shared a “dark” story with me: Jan lives alone in the farmhouse in which she grew up in Southwestern Nebraska.
One night during a blizzard, she awoke and discovered the electricity had gone out and everything in and outside was pitch black.
Jan knew she needed to get to the kitchen to make a call to the power company. When she flipped on the flashlight, the battery was dead, so she inched her way across the living room and tripped over a footstool. A few seconds later, her cat came up alongside her and guided her safely to the kitchen where she was able to find another flashlight and make the call. Soon the electricity was restored.
Hatred is like stumbling around in the dark with dead batteries. We need intervention—something to soften the heart and guide our way to a peaceful settlement.
Lord, please catch me when I stumble over a relationship gone awry. Amen.