I am concerned that some of our hearts have grown "a few sizes too small" in isolation. Quarantine brought benefits for homebodies, but also a litany of temptations to harbor hate and let love for Jesus and neighbor deflate. Remember when Jim Carey as The Grinch thumbed through his Whoville phonebook with these words: "hate, hate, hate, double hate...LOATH ENTIRELY!”? This scene kills me and has taken a life of its own as a joke on my side of the family. The Grinch, isolated with his own insane thoughts and his dog Max, holds a longstanding grudge against the people of Whoville. The plot takes off when the sweet Cindy Lou Who invites the Grinch into the community for celebration and appreciation. Her initial attempt fails, but eventually the Grinch's heart grows with love for the townspeople. The Grinch's hate is funny because it is flamboyant, kooky, and fictional. Our hate rarely resembles his, but that doesn't mean we are free