Why do I hate people?

So, this is something I posted a little over a year ago.  I don't know why, but I felt like reposting it.  


I read Matthew 24 recently.  The chapter made me ashamed of my actions.  It’s a little different that a chapter telling me of the end days would make me feel ashamed, but it did.  I am ashamed I do not tell everyone I meet about Jesus.  And why not?  Why have I left any stone unturned?  Put simply, I am afraid of what people will think of me!  How scary is that?  I am so self-centered that I don’t care if the people I meet in life go to Heaven or Hell.  Shouldn’t I feel genuinely sad when thinking there are people I meet in life that will die and go to hell?  I don’t want to hear the garbage about acting like Jesus or acting like a Christian to be a witness.  The stupid idea of acting happy and joyous or putting on a front so people will “want what we have”.  Yes, we are supposed to “act” like Jesus, we are also supposed to talk and think like Him.  When Jesus met the woman at the well He did not put a big smile on His face to show her he was a Christian, He talked to her, He met her where she was and spoke in a real, true language.

I work with a woman who strongly dislikes Christians, from her background, I don’t blame her.  Because I am a “Christian” she was not a fan of me either.  We were talking about the Bible and God and everything associated one day at work.  She simply asked, “you don’t really believe all of it do you?” I thought it was funny, I told her I did.  She was going on about Noah and the ark, the creation of man, Dinosaurs, a lot of old testament stuff.  Without an understanding of the Power of the Holy Spirit and the Love of the Father and our Brother the old testament seems like a bunch of garbage, especially if you start in Genesis and move forward.  I have just finished Exodus and  I am in the middle of Leviticus and all I can say is thank God I read the New Testament first.  If I decided to pick up the Bible one day to find God and started reading about all the different sacrifices I had to make so I can become “clean” I would hate the church too.  I understand that “we” are a “different people” and are not supposed to conform to the “world”. >>>>>> A brief side street. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I hate calling people “the lost” or saying things like “of the world.”  Look around, all of us are lost in some area of life and we’re all living in “the world”. >>>>> Back on course.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

We should stand in their shoes at times and try to view God the way they do, just for a moment, then find the light from there.  We need to get a read on the people we’re talking to and figure out how to present the gospel to them in a way they’ll understand. I do not mean this in a “their a bunch of idiots” manner, more of a love that says I want to help you find truth.  More of a Martin Luther, Protestant Reformation thing. That’s why I love the fact there are different translations of the Bible.  Imagine if there was only one translation and everyone who wanted to fully understand it had to conform to it’s language!  That would really suck.  Did the woman I work with get saved and see the light of Jesus?  No.  She sure does have a different view of “Christians” though, I hope.  I have noticed that non-Christians expect more out of Christians than Christians expect from Christians.  Is that a bad thing?

So what happened to the Love?  When did Jesus die ONLY for me?  When was my healing the ONLY healing he cared for?  Why do I hate people so much that I cannot bring myself to talk to them about the Power of Jesus?  I want the bold love that brings His love to everyone I meet in life.

As I have said before, anything I write is simply thoughts running through my head and feelings hitting my heart.  Nothing I say is intended to establish guilt or hate or animosity in the people who read my words.  Take it for what it is.