A Word About Tares

I learned as a boy scout building campfires not to collect green wood because wood burns best when it is dry.  

When a heart is deprived of love it reacts the same way a tree does when deprived of sunlight: it shrinks and shrivels and ultimately becomes rotten.  

Tares are brittle hearts, husks ripe for burning.

Who's Gonna Love those Tares? 

Those who love least need it the most.

Isn't the greatest adventure of our lifetimes learning to love those who are our enemies?

Can we love the wicked and rebellious, as Christ did? 

As Mormon did:

          I had led them,
          notwithstanding their wickedness
          
          I had led them
          many times to battle,

          and had loved them,
          according to the love of God
          
          which was in me,
          with all my heart;

          and my soul
          had been poured out
          
          in prayer unto my God
          all the day long for them.

(Mormon 3:12)  

Judge Not

When we withhold our love from somebody we are judging them to be unworthy of it. 

But those unworthy Tares

          have no beginning;
          they existed before,
          they shall have no end,
          they shall exist after,
          for they are gnolaum,
          or eternal.

(Abraham 3:18)

How could we possibly judge that which is endless?