Sunday Post: If You Love Your Neighbor As Yourself...

To love my neighbor as myself

Is not to love his wicked ways.

If I'd done what one neighbor's done

Kindness would end my wasted days.

Few neighbors are as bad as that.

For many, love's to leave alone,

Reduce the stress of crowded life,

Let names and business be unknown.

Love's not emotion, but an act.

What act is that? Ask the one you love,

Stop squirming, face the dreaded fact;

By grace, distaste we rise above.

What people want won't always be

The thing that serves their Highest Good;

But if it's not wrong in itself

We can show that we've understood.

One wants an odd job, one a sale;

One wants a rootstock from your rose;

One wants your porch light off at night;

One wants to buy some of your clothes.

It can't be done all at one time,

Yet'twould not take a lot of labor

For most of us to make progress

Toward real love of every neighbor.