1 John 2:9 (NIV)
Anyone who claims to be in the light but hates a brother or sister is still in the darkness.
Hate is a strong word. I hate what I see going on in Syria. I hate the deception that breaks relationships. I hate gossip, and malicious whispering. I hate whatever is in warfare with God and his gospel in Jesus.
Sometimes, though, I find myself wondering whether we should hate as much as we do. I wonder whether many of the things we hate are things that we should really be grieving over.
Hate, you see, keeps it all out there. You can hate stuff on the other side of the world, and not be particularly affected by it. But if you grieve over something, it’s like you have to let it have you a little, let it enter your life. When you grieve you feel something of the heaviness, the brokenness, and the grit of it between your teeth.
We all know God hates sin and wrongdoing. But I wonder whether sometimes God grieves more than he hates.
What do you think? Does God grieve about us and our world more than he hates what he sees going on?