Oh did I type that outloud?
I am a Hater.
I hate it so much I can’t sleep at night.
Why that always seems to come so late at night… I don’t know, but I hate that too.
I hate it that I can’t get it off of my mind, even though I am so grateful that it bothers me so much.
I wake up thinking about the legacy of this generation. What we have done… and
I hate what we have not done.
I hate that we have not taken a stand … for anything Biblical.
I hate that churches have to have committee meetings to do anything biblical.
I hate that Christians don’t vote.
I hate that we have very little real men in our country.
I hate that being feminine is dead.
I hate that women try so desperately to be men, instead of supporting their men in their God-given role.
I hate that dogs are cared more about than victims of domestic abuse.
I hate that pastors don’t preach sin.
I hate injustice.
I hate the fact that God is coming to restore justice.
I hate that abortion clinics are more protected than the human lives that they take.
I hate that people think abortions are a choice.
I hate that major league sports is considered a “job” that is worth more than our military veterans.
I hate that people don’t work.
I hate that we have a Bible at our fingertips and never open it.
I hate that people misquote scriptures – which they have never. Even. Read.
I hate that Jesus is coming back and that so many people are going to hell.
Yes I am a hater. A hater of all things evil, all things unholy and all things leading so many to a death that defies death.
I hate Satan and the fact that he holds this country in the palm of his nasty hands
and Christians “love” on him…
I hate that my heart is so very burdened for these going to hell… especially the ones who think they are not.
And He will say, “Be gone. I never knew you.”
I hate it that there are those who spout “Jesus” and “Tolerance” taking the Lord’s name in vain with every utterance of the words – “Don’t judge me.”
I hate that people focus on the slain lamb and forget the risen Lion.
I hate that you don’t know what that means.
I hate that more Christians do not judge.
I hate that Christians don’t mourn their sin.
I hate that Christians do not mourn the loss of those who they love – especially while they are still here on earth.
I hate that God’s rainbow is the symbol of sexual immorality –
I hate the irony even more.
“Make no mistake. God will not be mocked.”
I hate that Christians fight for tolerance more than they fight for Christ.
Yes. I am a hater.
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I am a Hater.