I was planning on writing something about the philosophy "love the sinner, despise the sin" -- especially pertaining to modeling our actions after Christ... but I think I'll save that post for another day.
Instead, a poem... nay, a limerick (ha, that makes it sound like I don't consider a limerick to be a poem... perhaps a little Freudian Slip there, eh?):
The Fence Is the Greenest
There once was a goat with expenses
He had not a sou, not sixpenses
But the sheep to its east
He had money the least
So the goat jumped up on the fences