Wounds still dripping, eyes still burning with tears.
The rational thought is for justice. To get payment for another's offense.
My mind easily conjures up recompense that doesn't make me like a villain in light of my demand for imminent justice. I look like the innocent, humble servant.
Soon, I realize the person in my sights is showing signs of the battle.
A fight where no one will be left standing.
But it is less difficult to keep attacking, to keep advancing our place and our name than to see pain reflected in the eyes of our supposed opponent and offer healing instead.
I look at Jesus. He who humbled Himself, becoming a man and willingly giving up His life to heal the wounds of those who killed Him.
What enabled Jesus, who faced this very temptation of mine, to stand?
The very same Holy Spirit that is in me. I have the power of the resurrection.
Will I use it?
Will I choose to love?
Will I bring life?
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