They seemed confused and afraid. My anger they would've understood, but not sincere empathy. The Holy Ghost was palpable, and they seemed both terrified, yet also a tiny bit hopeful that someone was really, actually seeing them for perhaps the first time in their lives.
I finished by saying - slowly, quietly, peacefully, and completely at the behest of the Spirit - "I know that if Jesus Christ were here right now, he would say" (at this point, a mesmerized bystander, thinking I was aiming to hurt, said "I hate you") - "I love you".
I left the room, feeling filled and electrified by the Spirit, and thinking to myself that I should always act that way. And I offered a prayer of thanksgiving for the miracle of kindness I had just been involved in.
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