Can we imagine enemies as friends, or an addict who’s finally free? What about your husband, your wife, your own hard heart? Can you imagine these surprisingly new? What about us? Can we imagine ourselves beautifully better, different? Can we conceive it? Is it even sensible to try, to ask these questions of hope?
To help only when you want to help is not really to help. To serve only when you want to serve is not really to serve. That’s just the harsh truth of it, Christian or otherwise.