I don’t think I ever stopped loving a person I loved in a previous chapter of my life. This was brought home to me at my brother Rudy’s funeral. I met relatives whom I hadn’t seen in years, or talked to in years. But when I saw them again, I realized I still loved them.
Today is Holy Thursday, when Jesus had his Last Supper, and at that time He said a prayer in which he renewed his love for all the people He had loved in life except one, and knowing Jesus, I’m sure his love and pity went out to that one too. He lived up to the act of being God even before we said it.