When Loving the Lost Hits Home
I'm sure that many of you have heard the phrase, "Well that sure hits close to home." However, for me, this topic does not simply hit close to home. It hits smack dab in the middle of my home. And that topic is loving the lost. The reason this hits home for me is because of my brother. He is so completely lost, striving for fulfillment in ways that could never satisfy. It's completely heartbreaking to see, yet also sometimes extremely frustrating. Because of how lost he is, he often does things that are downright infuriating. I find myself so often wanting to last out at him, or throw in a snide comment when, once again, he's in my face about being loud and waking him up (apparently 11:30 is far too early to be woken). Or when my sleep is disturbed by raunchy rap music turned so loud you would think we run a trap house. I have to admit, sometimes I do lash out. But then I am reminded of the humbling phrase my dad so often uses. "Getting mad at a lost pers...