Loving my Enemy
Epiphany 7; Luke 6:27-38
To call that man my enemy
would seem too strong a claim,
yet still I feel unloving,
remembering his name.
A bully in the workplace
the three of us agreed.
It’s many years behind me,
and still I am not freed.
One dived into a bottle,
one left for pastures green.
I plodded on, diminished,
with wounds that felt unclean.
I never learnt to stand there
and turn the other cheek,
though fight and flight had failed me,
and tears and fears seemed weak.
So Jesus, though your teaching
could truly set me free,
and keep the world from warfare,
how hard it seems to be!
I try to understand him,
his hidden hurt and strain.
I see the need for loving,
but anger clings to pain.
The secret of forgiveness –
“They know not what they do!” –
is born of such deep loving
it can make all things new.
I pray to want renewal:
undo this knot within,
so I look back unflinching,
and let your love flow in.
Barbara Messner 15/02/2022
Thank you for these words come again. May I use this in my sermon on Sunday?
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Yes, of course. I’m always happy for you to use my poems. This one reflects a difficult time in my ministry journey, but I find others relate to it.
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Thank you. It helps me turn people back to personal experiences … usually the first thing with this passage but this year in the US people think (me too) ‘how can I love Trump, Musk?’ It is both the personal and the larger world.
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