my enemy

I am called to love my enemy. Who is he? Is it Bin Ladin or Kim Jong? Is it some impoverished and brainwashed young soul who seeks the gardens of paradise in exchange for death of themselves and my child? It is far too easy for me to love an aggressor. My enemy lives in gutters and refuse. My enemy corrupts my senses with filth and stench. He is uneducated and crude. It is these things that I cannot stand - that I chose to avoid. It is this that is my failing. It is he that I am called to love.