How Am I Supposed to Do That

On Hating the Sin and Loving the Sinner

My friend Judy is a beautiful woman. She will turn 80 this year, but at first glance, she doesn’t look it. Her hair is still thick. Her skin surprisingly unlined. Only when you look closely, at her eyes, do you see the years. And then you don’t just see the years. You see the pain. You see the fear. You see the terrified expectation, a look etched deep …