Does Jesus' love conquer all?

I met a lady after getting up today--I was looking for one of the public restrooms that are self-cleaning and I asked her where the closest one was. Apparently she needed to Ise it as well, so she went with me to it, and along the way opened up a bit. I've found that a simple kind smile and the backpack I wear enables people to feel comfortable around me enough to share. She spoke words of hate and scorn for LA and its people--speaking against her black brothers and sisters for being crazy, and the whites and Indians of being racist. She said that of those people living in skid row she wishes that they would go to hell. When I tried to argie with her about her perspective, she told me--wait till you are beaten up and all your stuff is stolen, then come back and tell me of Jesus' love. I was humbled again by the lack of suffering I have personally gone through at the hands of others. I hope that when my faith is tested even more that God will give me the strength to stand.