Oh, I get it.

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Difficulties, with other people.  Slights, differences, oddities, sins.  Watch anyone long enough, close enough, you will see their flaws.  Sometimes they will show you, directly.  Sometimes you will just notice.  Is someone else's sins your problem?

Yes, if they are open, out, and public about it.  If they are serious enough, in that they hurt someone else, or many others.  Possibly even if they only harm themselves, as the individual of concern.

But, if not?  I think not.  As for my hidden sins?  God and I work on those in a way you couldn't begin to understand.  In prayer, in thought, and in other ways.  Sometimes more successfully, sometimes seemingly without any success whatsoever.  But, it really does mean something.  I remain as open to His will as possible, either way.

For my part?  If I return home, at night, with anger.  Or feeling slighted?  I put those things in a sort of bowl.  I ask God to take these from me.  If they are righteous concerns, I ask that He be open to forgive in my stead should the opportunity present itself, and I not be the one to offer forgiveness through the request.  And, if my concerns are just... fears?  I ask that He lift them from me.

I go to bed, every night, as if I might not wake up ever again.  I ask for forgiveness of my sins as well.  Count them, the ones I know.  Every night.  I believe I have seen what comes next.  I don't wish to... die in sin, or even with a debt owed me.  I let it go.

It took some time to get to that point.  I did it before the time I died for the longest time.  It did make a difference.  But, coming back, I didn't like... what I saw.  I wanted to believe else.  In time, though, I became sure.  Or... allowed certainty that existed to take hold.  Then, started heading back to that point right before that death.  A do-over.  This time with intent, more intent.  And a fuller level.  I have been in, to a priest, to get the last bits of sin I may have missed.

Anyway, as I mentioned, I put all my concerns in a collection plate, for God.  I let it go.  So, tomorrow, should we have had a problem?  You have a fresh started the next time I see you.  I hope you find your way to that.  Hatred will kill your soul.  It actually might hurt me, I have seen that.  But, it won't kill my soul.  Let it go.  Not even for my sake.  I'm not worth you going to hell for, and yes... if you hate when you die, you... won't make it.  Not even to purgatory.

No, I didn't have anything today.  I am pushing for some things, or changes, arrangements, and such.  But, that's just business.  I will bull through, if not too angrily.  Just... rightly, as I see it.

Oh?  But if I am wrong, wrongheaded, sinful too publicly, or else?  Tell me.  I won't clobber you, one way or another.  We... may have a discussion.  I won't tell you I am perfect, if I do think sin goes both ways.  Who sins worse, for one thought or another?  That... can be discussed.  If you... have a problem, I have an ear, and if need be, a tongue.  And the scriptures, magisterium, and else.

Don't die for hatred.  Not even for the worst of sinners, the least among us, or whatever else you might believe.  Hand it to God, if you can't handle it yourself.  He's... pretty good with these things.  Lightens your life, too.