Perhaps it’s a misguided, utopian view of God that I hold, but when I think of the purest form of love, God, I have a hard time finding a place for the word “hate”. I’m told that God commands us to love. If we begin with hate, then there really isn’t any place to go from there, but if we begin with love, then a plethora of opportunities will be shown to us.
I guess for me personally, I’m just not so sure that I have all the answers. That there isn’t room for conversation. The whole God as a father image has always been a little weird for me, but if we do look at it that way for sake of conversation, then it changes everything. I couldn’t imagine my children doing anything that would make me hate them. I can deal with disappointment, frustration, and sadness. But hate, I just don’t see anything ever separating my love, for them and me.
I don’t see how a bridge could ever be built or understanding accomplished if I began and stayed in hate. So for people to speak for God and say that God “hates” certain behaviors, well I just don’t feel right about it. I doesn’t resonate in my soul as something that is of God.
I may be part of the problem here by giving the folks that espouse these views more spotlight. I think the media makes us feel like this kind of thinking is rampant, but that just brings everyone’s nerves to a boiling point. These folks are not a representative of the larger Christian community, that are trying to have an open, honest, redemptive walk with their Creator.
So what do you think? How do hearts like those ever soften? Does it ever flesh out in their own lives, where they are forced to lay down a sword and pick up a pillow for a dying relative? Please share your thoughts and insights, because we are all in this together, and we are all brothers and sisters trying to find our way.