Love People Into Changing Directions

I was thinking of Aliośa from the, from the brothers Caramazov and the way he treated his father. There's a great story from Dorotheus of Gaza talking about an abbot who was hearing the brothers murmuring about a brother who is having some kind of affair with some woman in the monastery. I feel like love is a kind of fuel that it's almost like when the car is on empty and then you yell at it for going the wrong direction. But if you just judge me, then I'm, I'm just stuck and I'm going to empty out more and more.