It’s easy for me to replace Jesus for love, but not so easy to replace me, because in practice I am often not patient, I sometimes envy, and I have been known to keep a record of wrongs, and on and on it goes.

I see people of unbelief as jugglers in a circus of life. And, a sad circus it is. These “performers” toss things from hand to hand in an attempt to stay busy, or focused, or fit. One moment of distraction and something falls to the floor. A ball drops and...