“Sometimes those that are the hardest to love are the ones who need it the most, Kristi,” she said. I winced at those words.
Hard people are hard to love. Period.
But her words were a gold mine. They always were. They dripped with wisdom at every syllable, so I took note.
That wise woman was also my spiritual mentor. And her words were cutting through the fleshly barricade I had erected. Every spoken word was like a precision laser of the Lord, cutting through my heart of stone. The words of wisdom were tearing down the nonsense of my fleshly barrier.
But it didn’t tear down easily, because I simply didn’t want to draw close to “tough-to-love” people.
It wasn’t always convenient.
It certainly wasn’t comfortable.
And it cost.
That sounds so ugly, doesn’t it? But battles with the flesh are ugly. It’s when we get real, come clean, and allow vulnerability to have its day, that the power of God causes the ugly to subside. It’s there, in His presence, that beautiful transformation blossoms.
It wasn’t all about that hard-to-love person after all. It was equally about hard-to-love me.
None stood in love’s way, not fear nor pride, inconvenience nor complacency.
Ananias loved that hard-to-love one.
And that hard-to-love one was transformed from Saul, a persecutor of Jesus lovers, into Paul, a servant of God.
And Paul? He changed the world.
Yes, maybe.And in the end? They’ll be transformed by God’s very hand, and you will be too.
And I’m right there with you.