We all sat silently, struck dumb by grace. The priest urged us all to love our enemies. I have heard that a million times. I have traveled across the country preaching it. But now there was a twist: the enemy he spoke of was my country. The boundaries of God’s grace were being pushed once again. Somehow it seemed so scandalous to ask these beautiful people, who were about to be attacked by the same enemy who had killed many of their family members and decimated their city only ten years before, to love and forgive—again. We are to love those who bomb us? We are to love George W. Bush and
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