In no way can thy enemy so hurt thee by his violence, as thou dost hurt thyself if thou love him not. And let it not seem to you impossible to love him. Believe first that it can be done, and pray that the will of God may be done in you. If he had no ill, he would not even be thine enemy. Wish him well, then, that he may end his ill, and he will be thine enemy no longer.
Feelings are very delusive.
They often depend on mere natural temperament, and the devil wrests them to our hurt. A glowing imagination is apt to seek itself rather than God. That being so, you might perhaps do one or two little things, as acts of love, and also as discipline. Careful guard on all amusing criticisms of others, on all complaints however casual or trivial. In the meantime, Bunyan tossed to and fro, as it were between heaven and hell.