Loving the unlovable

BuZZZ. BuZZZ. BuZZZ. My doorbell. It had already rung three times before anyone not on wheels could possibly have reached the door. Only one person I knew rang my doorbell like that—Cassie. My youngest daughter's favorite playmate, Cassie, was unique. When she came to play, emotional brawls, constant fracases, pandemonium, and tightly wound tension filled the atmosphere of our home. Many of the neighbors did not allow the child to play in their houses.

What does one do with a Cassie-character in his life? Attempts to discipline and arrangements to prevent her from playing so frequently with our youngster improved things only temporarily. Clearly, something more effective than good human intentions or discipline was needed. I prayed—at first with no little annoyance—"God, will You please do something about Cassie!" But then, as an inner discomfort over my inability to love the child humbled me, I prayed more sincerely, "Dear Father, how can I ever learn to love Cassie? Please show me Your child."

No immediate insight came speeding my way, but I had reached out with the Christian motive to love, and I felt certain peace in knowing an answer would come. I couldn't have imagined at that moment how apropos and graphic the answer would be.

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Fuel for thought
June 28, 1982

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