The Secret of Brotherly Love by Andrew Murray

I met a German deaconess, who was
working in connection with the English
Church at Woodstock. She had a class
every evening for ten or twelve Kaffirs,
who were preparing for admission to the
Church. One evening she spoke about
loving our enemies. She asked one man
if his people had enemies. " Oh yes ! "
" Who were they ? " " The Fingoes."
(The Kaffirs count the Fingoes as dogs.)
She asked the man if he could love a
Fingo. His answer was quite decided :
"Me no' love Fingo. Me no' love Fingo."
It was an indisputable fact ; there could
be no question about it. He could not
love a Fingo. She told him that in that
case he could not go to the Communion.
He went home very thoughtful, and the
next evening at class seemed very downcast.
But he still had only one answer :
" Me no' love Fingo." He was not received
into the Church with the others,
but continued to attend the class. He
was always in earnest, and there was
evidently a struggle going on ; until one
evening he appeared with a bright face,
and said : " Me now love Fingo." He
had prayed about it, and God had heard
his prayer. There is only one way to
love our enemies : by the love of Christ,
sought and found in prayer.
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