“If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners love those who love them.”
Having been increasingly exposed to people from other cultures in the past few months, my patience with people’s differing ways of doing things has been frequently tested. My roommates are from Mexico, Italy, and, I believe, Portugal.
About a month ago, we decided to throw a party. To say that their guests were “wild” is an understatement. They had no respect for our home, and our belongings. Several items were stolen, broken, and vandalized. The house was in complete disarray, filthier than I have ever seen any residence. At 5:30 AM, I finally made them turn off the sound system and asked their guests to leave. I was disgusted to say the least.
Since the party, I have distanced myself from our roommates as much as possible. Frankly, they scare me now. I would have been happy to never know that parties like that exist. Now, they’ve suggested another party, a suggestion that, as you can imagine, I met with revulsion. It is easy not to show love and compassion to these people. It is easy to berate and belittle them for their actions. It is easy to cast hate and degrade them and the guests they chose to bring into our home. But, they are all still people, still human. Can we attempt to understand them without condoning or accepting their actions? It’s a tough line to walk.