They say you can't "love the sinner, and hate the sin." It's not possible. If you love someone, you cannot hate how they are to themselves or others. If you love someone, you must accept the entirety of who he is. All of it.
As a scholar, equipped with (that's right) a Bachelor's Degree from a Fully-Accredited Institution, I humbly, respectfully, and collegially submit:
Proof? Exhibit A: Me.
I hate some of the ways I am, and some of the things I do. I hate, hate, hate it. I do not approve. I cast aspersion. I think I'm a moral mess. I should wear the scarlet alphabet, plus some scarlet numbers and maybe some scarlet wingdings.
...but I don't hate me. No, I'm pretty taken with me, actually.
I loves me some me.
In spite of my moral failures, in spite of my sin, I still manage to want what's best for me. I'm rooting for me, big time. I'm in my corner. I'm on the me bandwagon. I carry around a picture of me in my wallet. I hate some stuff I do, some ways I am, but I'm here to tell you, I still manage to pray for blessings to be poured onto my head.
If there's one person whom I know is a real selfish jerk, it's Me. I can't know your motives, but I know Me, and I can manage to come off unselfish for selfish purposes. I know it, you know it, the American people know it. And you know who I'd like to see win the lottery? Me, of all people!
Figure this: There's only one guy whose moral failings are amply displayed in front of me every waking moment. And I actually put that guy's pants on for him every day. I shop for him. I pay for his entertainment. I try to make him look nice. I floss his teeth. I take him to the bathroom. It's way gross, but I want this guy to succeed. I'm apparently pretty taken with him.
Yep, love the sinner, hate the sin. Sounds not only tenable, not only do-able -- it's almost like breathing.