I think the Resolution is making me a better person. I really do. But so far, the external proof might be a little hard to come by. In fact, you could argue that based on yesterday, I’m taking a step back.

Yesterday, a guy flipped me off and cussed me out on the way home from work. Two hours later, a member of our church told me I was going to hell and that I was taking all of Mayfair with me.

A little disheartening, to say the least.

Obviously, there are explanations I could give. The guy on the way home was just an angry young man who was looking for an argument when I changed lanes at the same time he did. The lady at church has some bi-polar issues and she refuses to take her medicine. But all of that doesn’t change the fact that my attempts to embody the love of Christ aren’t always going to be met with positive reinforcement. I guess I’d better get used to it.

I am convinced more and more about this “no fear in love” thing. The more I reflect on that truth, the more I’m willing to open myself up to relationship. I find myself thinking about that phrase at various times during the day. Even in the midst of these explosive situations, there’s a gentle voice in my soul that says, “There is no fear in love.” I guess I’d better get used to that, too.