Colton: “We hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them, because we hate them.”
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” Even as a kid I didn’t like that rhyme. First of all, broken bones are repulsive! Plus, the songster was either lying or in denial—because words do hurt.
The modern version goes like this: “Haters Gonna Hate.” Upon hearing a negative comment, we’re supposed to fling this one—to flaunt utter disregard. But as we shrug and walk away, those words cut. Though the catchy meme may give temporary relief, it is no help in our healing.
Hatred: extreme dislike, aversion, hostility, detesting, loathing, contempt, disdain. Really? Those emotions are in the air, and somebody casually chimes, “Oh, those goofy ol’ haters: they’re just so silly.” It’s like pointing at gang graffiti and saying, “Ooh, pretty.”
God takes hate very seriously; He declares “haters” as lying, idolatrous murderers:
Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer; and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him.
If someone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar…
This isn’t kid stuff. Whether it’s a family feud, sarcastic internet jabs, or just being a bully, it’s all hate. This is dangerous ground; it shows a lack of forgiveness, which can have eternal ramifications: if you do not forgive others, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
Sadly, it’s hard to help a hater. His words cut us, but our words slide off of him. He’s a gnarly mass of selfishness, ignorance, and satanic influence. The only power we have is prayer. [PRAY!!]
Learner wrote, “The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.”
You know that’s right.
I’ve been watching three separate feuds, each now several years in. Interestingly, they have something in common: one side is comprised of the haters: a self-deluded, unforgiving, power-hungry charmer at the helm of a ship called Misplaced Loyalty. The other side of the feud is a collection of delightful individuals who are liberated, happy, gracious, and jaunty! Their only participation is an off-guard response to a periodic jab from the hater and his wandering shipmates.
There’s another modern saying that usually leaves a bad taste in my mouth: “Get over yourself.” It’s insensitive and rude. But if you tweak it and place it in this scenario, it suits quite well.