Walk a Mile

About a year ago I was speaking at a corporate event, and a woman came up to me and asked if I could meet a friend of hers. I replied as I always do, “I go where I’m invited.” I’ve since gotten to know a wonderful mother who is caught in a heart-wrenching battle that nobody ever wants to fight… Today I will go and meet with her son for the first time. He has allegedly made a terrible mistake and is facing severe consequences. How can I really know what either of them feels, or the other family for that matter, unless I WALK with them? How can I know what to say? I will simply do what I have learned to do inside the prisons: “Listen, listen, love, love.” Please pray for BOTH of the families involved, and try to realize today, that you have NO idea about the other man’s journey unless you walk with him a while… Hatred is much harder to accomplish up close— it is usually reserved for those who live life at a DISTANCE.