Powerful enemies must be out-fought and out-produced.

My enemies make appointments at my tomb.

My enemies are many, my equals are none.

Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?

We love our enemies by realizing that they are not totally bad and that they are not beyond the reach of God's redemptive love.

May we solemnly realize that we shall never be true sons of our heavenly Father until we love our enemies and pray for those who persecute us.