Of Mercy and Malice

My head hurts a lot today; it hurts almost everyday, but the pain is worse this Friday. Around 20 minutes ago, I sat myself down not knowing what to write (excluding this part). However, I came to notice one of the many pictures that adorn the walls of my room (actually, it's a page torn out from issue #150 of The Hard Music Magazine).

The picture included the following words at the bottom: "A grudge against someone else is just like a grudge against yourself."

The picture can be seen to the right, although it's only a photo I snapped of the poster, which did not capture the text on the page. 

Definition:
noun
grudge: a feeling of ill will or resentment

I have felt some form of resentment toward everybody I know. That is shameful, but nonetheless it is true. Who do you hold resentment towards? The more time goes on, the more Mercy becomes like a corpse. Our desire is for it to be hidden beneath the anger, the hatred, and the mud of our hearts. Mercy lays beneath the grave of selfishness. 

Matthew 5:43-48 ... You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? If you greet only your brothers, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? Therefore you are to be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.