“Hate” is not a word I use very often, but lately it has rolled around in my mind like a marble in a pinball machine looking for a place to land.
I would much rather talk about love; God’s amazing, extravagant and lavish love is a favorite topic for this pastor.
Or the love I have for my children, my delightful grandchildren and the job I am blessed to have and the extraordinary people who come with it. Those particular subjects, and my love for them, are daily topics of thoughts. But hatred?Seldom.
Today, though, I need to vent my hatred.
I’ll do it quickly, I won’t linger.
I won’t expound or preach.
I will state it simply and profoundly and with huge, ugly explanation points.
My list, you will find, is as simple as it is complex.
There are three things I HATE,
yea four I find detestable:
a hard unyielding heart,
a lying tongue that plots destruction,
words that wound and cripple
and above all DIVORCE!
I HATE divorce passionately.
I HATE what it does to individuals, children, extended family, friends, churches and communities.
I HATE its destructive presence as it destroys and weakens families, leaves children vulnerable and men and women...
Alas, I am doing what I said I wouldn’t do.
And so, I will take my lament and leave it at my Father’s feet.
I know that He knows exactly what I mean.
