My father’s mantra over the past eight or nine years has been, “Love the sinner, hate the sin.” It is the guiding principle in his relationship to me since I came out to him. There are a few problems with the practical application of this mantra.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. The morning was fresh, it was the middle of August and it was just about after 8 a.m. The birds had sung their morning song and the sound of moving cars could be heard rushing to take their drivers towards their desired destination. The U-Haul truck was parked outside my front yard.
A phone call, from a mother to her son across the country.
“Its never going to be ok! Ok?”
What angst and conviction!
It’s so disheartening to hear loved ones in peril. Especially when your advice is oh so inadequate for them. You’re their child and their life experience exceeds your own. How do we support them in such situations?
If
you can see this, you know it is the spitting image of who you used to be.
