Anyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life in him. 1 John 3:15
There are a lot of Christians who hate other Christians.
I can hear you asking, “Jim, are you sure about that? Hate?”
Yes. Hate.
There are Christians who hate certain politicians, like Barack Obama (for his politics) and Mitt Romney (for his faith).
There are Christians who hate institutions, like the government or the IRS or the DMV.
There are Christians who hate a parent, or a sibling, or an ex-spouse, or a turncoat friend.
There are even Christians who hate their pastor.
Several years ago, I was informed that a Christian leader did not like me. I arranged a meeting with him and we had an awkward discussion. Toward the end of our time, I asked him, “So what you’re saying is that you’ve hated me all this time?”
This individual admitted as much.
I have reason to believe that hatred went viral. It certainly decimated our relationship.
I hate being hated. And I hate hating others. Richard Nixon once said that all great leaders are great haters, but I don’t know about that.
Let me make three quick observations about Christians and hatred:
First, it’s important to admit that we hate. I once knew a Christian leader who I felt was angry with me. Since I valued our relationship, I asked him, “Are you mad at me?” He replied, “No, I’m mad at sin.”
But he was really angry with me – and I knew it.
But we Christians have a hard time admitting when we hate. We excuse, rationalize, deny … and even lie to preserve our image as kind, gentle, loving believers.
However, our word selection, tone of voice, facial expressions, and body language give us away.
Say it slowly: “Right now, I hate __________” (a person). Such an admission doesn’t mean you’re going to hell, but it might shock you into realizing that your soul is ill and needs divine healing.
However, what do we do? We say, “I hate the lie Joe told about me” when the truth is that we hate Joe for lying about us.
I truly believe that if we Christians could admit that our hurt feelings have degenerated into hatred, we could make more progress in our spiritual lives. Accumulated hatred becomes bitterness and slows our growth to a crawl.
Second, personal hatred easily becomes contagious. I recently suffered from sinus problems. When I went out with a friend for a meal, I greeted him but didn’t shake his hand because, I told him, I didn’t want to pass on any germs.
But our negative feelings about other believers do get passed on to our circle of influence.
There is a Christian author I greatly admire. I’ve never met him or heard him speak in person, but his books have had a profound impact on my life.
But I have a friend who has spent time with this author, and my friend does not hold this author in high regard. He has told me that the author’s personal conduct does not match the ideals found in his books.
What do I do with that information? In my case, I chose to ignore it, and recently read another book by that same author. But some Christians would allow my friend’s view to become their own without any firsthand experience.
I believe that a lot of conflicts in churches are ignited by personal hatred. Much of the time, someone hates the pastor on a personal level. Maybe he didn’t visit their child in the hospital, or they were offended by something he said in a sermon, or the pastor and a parishioner disagree about something … and the parishioner finds a way to turn their personal issue into something official.
The pastor is later charged with all kinds of offenses – and nobody ever discovers that the ensuing conflict really originated with one person’s hatred.
Finally, we need to confess our hatred to the Lord. When I was nearing college graduation, I was leaving campus one day when a female student called out to me. We had gone to the same church for a few years and were friends, although I sensed at one time that she wanted to be more than that.
Anyway, she had something to tell me: she had hated me for a long time (because I didn’t want to be more than friends) and wanted to ask my forgiveness.
(I guess a lot of people hate me that I don’t know about. If you’re in that group, please keep it to yourself. I would rather assume that you like me.)
I instantly forgave her – for which she was grateful – but can’t remember ever seeing her again. I felt badly that she’d carried those feelings for so long.
But did I need to know how she felt, especially since we hadn’t had any contact in years?
Some would say yes, others would disagree.
But I do know this: when I hate someone – especially another believer – I need to confess those feelings to Jesus. He promises to forgive me and free me from my hatred.
But many of us prefer to hold on to our feelings because they make us feel powerful … and self-righteous … and justified.
Let me quote from Don Henley in his brilliant song Heart of the Matter – a song that is thoroughly Christian lyrically:
There are people in your life who’ve come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you, baby, ’cause life goes on
If you keep carryin’ that anger, it’ll eat you up inside …
That’s good theology … even from an Eagle who had rows with his bandmates.
Be honest. It’s just you and God right now.
Who do you hate?
What are you going to do about it?
Listen to His Spirit … and lay the hatred aside.
You’ll feel so much better.



Bidding Farewell to Literary Friends
October 28, 2011 by Jim Meyer
Can you remember the day when you first met a good friend?
I recall so many of those days. Great memories!
But can you also remember the last time you ever saw those friends? How it hurt to say goodbye? How you weren’t sure you’d ever see them again?
I’m about to experience that feeling multiplied many times over.
Because for 40 years, books have been my friends.
My wife and I have been reviewing every possession we own to see if we want to (a) keep it, (b) sell it, (c) trash it, or (d) give it away. I applied for an exemption for my books, but it was denied.
When we moved into our current home, I carefully went through every book I owned, placing the ones I value most on the bookshelves in my study. Here’s a photo of 60% of them:
Books I'm Keeping
I have so many books that I buy very few anymore, although I do let myself be seduced on occasion. If I can purchase a volume on Kindle for a lesser rate than a hard copy, I’ll do that. There just isn’t space anymore for all my friends.
And they are my friends. I can tell you when I first met most of them.
Some I inherited from my grandfather or father.
Some were purchased for me by my mother or wife or children.
Some were obtained through CBD – Christian Book Discounters, the mail-order group.
Some were bought at bookstores, although those are becoming increasingly extinct.
Some were given to me as gifts by people I treasure – and in most cases, I’m saving those, even if I never plan on using them again.
And some were purchased on Amazon, the website that has curtailed my bookstore visits by 78%.
Many people have asked me, “Jim, have you read all those books?” My answer is always the same: “No, I’ve read many of them, but I’ve used all of them.”
Some books are signed by people like Nolan Ryan, Rod Carew, John Wooden, Barry Goldwater, Robert Novak, Josh McDowell, and R. A. Torrey. Those are definitely keepers.
But other books are dated. I have a set of small paperbacks from 30 years ago on how to do church ministry. I devoured those books at the time, but they’re practically worthless today – so maybe someone else can use them.
Then there are sets I acquired when I was in college, like William Hendriksen’s commentaries on the New Testament. I read his entire commentary on Mark and used all the others, but I haven’t consulted them in years – so off they go.
I found a large bookstore not too far away that buys book collections. They even come to your house to make you an offer. How much do you think I can get for 17 boxes’ worth?
Departing Friends
There’s just something about books that I love: the typeset, the layout, sometimes even the smell … it’s all so inviting.
My friends have never rejected me, though they play hide’n’seek at times. They’re just always there when I need them.
After looking at every one of my companions, I’ve decided to keep the rest of the books in these boxes:
Friends I'm Keeping - for Now
I promised my wife that I’d only keep enough books to fill one more bookshelf. I get six shelves, she gets two – and one is for DVDs. So I’m going to have to say goodbye to even more friends in the future.
It’s almost unbearable.
When I’m watching sports … when I’m ready to fall asleep … when I’m meeting with God … when I’m conducting research … when I need some friendly advice … when I just want to curl up on a rainy day … I reach out for a friend.
And my friends have never let me down.
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