But I Don’t Hate Anyone
Few husbands think they hate their wives. Few Christians think they hate their fellow church members. Few children think they hate their parents. Few non-Christians think they hate anyone. I’ve never met a single person who considered himself a thoroughly hateful individual, though I know many who consider themselves quite loving.
But if hate is the opposite of everything love is, where does that leave us?
Hate is impatient and unkind; hate is jealous and proud; hate is arrogant and rude. Hate always insists on doing things its way; hate gets upset over every offense and keeps a close record of every wrong. Hate does not delight to see good things, but rejoices when people screw up or get what’s coming to them. Hate complains about anything, is cynical about everything, has no hope for anyone, and puts up with nothing.
Praise God, he already has (Rom. 5:8; 1 John 4:9-10).