Poem September 26, 1977 ISSUE

THE BOTTOM LINE

Lona Ingwerson

Love my neighbor as myself!That was his urgent demand.He didn't make many of them,But that was of utmost importance.It's a big order,Bigger than it seems at first glance.It means outgrowing error of all kinds.I was prepared to give up some kinds,The uncomfortable ones like pain and sorrow,But self-righteousness, self-will, self-love—I'd grown accustomed to.I didn't really enjoy those qualities,I had just accepted them.

Now I am told to do three things:Love Him—God,Love my neighbor,Love myself.

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