“If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them.” -Jesus (of Nazareth), as quoted in Luke’s gospel; chapter 6, verse 32
This might not shock you to learn but as it turns out, I am a big fan of people.
All kinds of people.
I like the big ones, the small ones, the old ones, and the young ones.
I like men. I like women. I like gender fluid people. I like people who have transitioned from one gender to another.
I like heterosexual people. I like homosexual people. I like bisexual and sexually questioning people too.
I like people who share the same race and ethnicity as me. I like people whose races and ethnicities are nothing like mine whatsoever.
I like American people, Canadian people, and Australian people. I like Italian people, Guatemalan people, Peruvian people, Congolese people, and Vietnamese people. I am sure there are people from countries other than these I would like too, once I got to know them.
As I sat back the other day and gazed upon the size and scope of the list of people I really enjoy being around, I was starting to feel pretty darned pleased with myself.
That is until Jesus came along and messed everything up.
[As usual.]
There I was, just innocently reading over his words in Luke’s gospel one morning, hoping for a little inspiration to start my day when WHAM! He hit me right between the eyes with that passage you see at the top of the page.
He had the audacity to remind me of the hidden common denominator shared by everyone on that list I just trotted out for you.
He peeked beneath my thin egalitarian veneer and noticed that everyone on that list is also a person who likes ME!
He noted that despite the outward appearance of diversity and multifacetedness of my “fave people list,” these are all folks I pretty much see eye-to-eye with. None of them, Jesus pointed out, are people who see the world from a radically different (a.k.a. “wrong”) perspective.
Jesus then bores his X-ray eyes right through me and gives that little scoffing laugh of his; “What credit is it to you if you only love the people who love YOU?” he asks. “Even the worst people on earth do that!”
Wow, Jesus. Kinda harsh.
But, as usual, I have to admit he’s right.
He makes me own up to the fact that I have a really hard time extending love or compassion to folks on the opposite end of the political spectrum from me.
He shines a big ol’ pinpoint searchlight on the bitterness I still carry around in my heart toward people who once did me wrong.
He refuses to let me hold onto my air of superiority toward people who have not enjoyed the same advantages in life I have.
He also turns a divinely deaf ear on all of my excuses about how incredibly difficult it is to get along with these people… how mad they can sometimes make me… or how frustrating they can be.
Instead, he turns, smiles, and gently says to me, “Hey… not only did I LOVE you back when you wouldn’t give me the time of day… I also DIED for you!”
And then he ever-so-sweetly delivers this coup de grace: “I’ll tell you exactly what I told Peter that day on the beach when I cooked breakfast for them after my resurrection: I told him, ‘Feed my sheep…
“ALL of them… “
“Even the Republicans.’”
Russellings of the Spirit 
As it’s been said, it’s hard to hate someone when you’re praying for their salvation. So I pray every night for a vast assortment of people, including politicians I vastly disagree with, terrorists, and individuals who have insulted me and my faith in social media. They may not know I’m praying for them, but God does.