Some time back, I realized that Donald Trump’s often bewildering, maddening behavior is rooted in his having never been loved. Deprived of this essential human need, Donald never learned to love. Today, the haunting awareness of these deep-seated flaws trigger three-year-old temper tantrums acted against innocent victims.
At Charles Kirk’s memorial service, in a tearful, heart-wrenching expression of love, Erika, Charlie’s widow, said, “Our Savior said, ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do.’ That man. That young man. I forgive him. I forgive him because it is what Christ did in his. (sic) What Charlie would do. The answer to hate is not hate. The answer we know from the gospel is love and always love.”
I believe Erika’s expression of compassion struck Donald’s deepest fear like a lightning bolt! Concluding his accolades for Charles Kirk, Donald felt compelled to confess, “Charlie said he did not hate his opponents. He wanted the best for them. That’s where I disagree with Charlie. I hate my opponents, and I do not want the best for them. I’m sorry. I’m sorry Erika.”
The effort to see the tortured child yearning for love cowering beneath Donald’s words and actions stresses my capacity for love past it’s breaking point.
Truth be known, who among us lives, can live, by Erica Kirk’s example.
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