who defines us not by our actions but by his love. Why, then, do I so easily revert to law and rules and regulations when I look at people who are considered disreputable sinners? The ones whose sordid antics are the fodder of TV talk shows, or those who sell themselves for sex on the streets of Seattle every night, or who steal and kill and rape? I can think of one reason, though I’d rather not admit it: my rules distance me from bad people. If I separate myself from sinners, I don’t have to deal