A story from, if I recall, a Syrian monk around the 5th century. Probably apocryphal, but I'd like it to be true...
He was a theologian, locked in a dispute with two non-Christian philosophers, and the whole thing had become quite acrimonious and bitter.
One night he had a dream ... in the dream, he saw the two in a great pit, which he took to be the mouth of hell, or a figurative expression of their error, something like that. They were trying to climb out, but kept slipping back in. He thought such was their just desert, and was happily kicking loose stones over the lip of the pit to wash them away, when he saw a third figure with them, this one reaching out a hand to help them.
"Leave them!" He called, "This is what they deserve!"
The man looked up. The monk realised he was face to face with Jesus. "I came to save them from their sin, and you keep trying to push them deeper."
He woke up ... and the next day went and made peace with his opponents.
He was a theologian, locked in a dispute with two non-Christian philosophers, and the whole thing had become quite acrimonious and bitter.
One night he had a dream ... in the dream, he saw the two in a great pit, which he took to be the mouth of hell, or a figurative expression of their error, something like that. They were trying to climb out, but kept slipping back in. He thought such was their just desert, and was happily kicking loose stones over the lip of the pit to wash them away, when he saw a third figure with them, this one reaching out a hand to help them.
"Leave them!" He called, "This is what they deserve!"
The man looked up. The monk realised he was face to face with Jesus. "I came to save them from their sin, and you keep trying to push them deeper."
He woke up ... and the next day went and made peace with his opponents.