He would loathe and detest whatever destroyed the beloved’s good—no matter how much the beloved desired it.” I couldn’t read the look on his face, so I plowed on. “That’s what sin does—it destroys us. Yours destroys you; mine destroys me. And so the Lover doesn’t accept it; He hates it with an inexorable hatred. To cut the cancer out of us, He will do whatever it takes—like a surgeon. No, more than like a surgeon. If you let Him, He will even take the cancer upon Himself and die in your place.” Still