Love People
Human beings are walking mysteries, each one a mixture of sacred beauty and broken edges. To love people means to choose compassion when judgment would be easier. It’s standing with the outcast instead of the comfortable, defending the wounded instead of the powerful.
Love of people is not sentimental — it’s messy, costly, inconvenient. It’s listening when we’re tired, forgiving when we’d rather be right, feeding someone else when our own plate feels light. Every person carries the image of God, even when it’s smudged. To love people is to polish that image back into shine — not through sermons, but through solidarity.
Sister Abigail Hester 
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