One of the few things I've done well in my life is foster a detachment from hate.
I definitely didn't do this on my own.
My dad was equal opportunity everything and everyone, and there was no name-calling of any people group or individual under his roof.
My mom is the sweetest and most gentle spirit you can find.
So I was nursed in equality and gentleness, but the harsher side of life found its way to me, and some of my choices lent themselves to environments where I set out to hate someone.
Jesus took up where my parents left off.
I started sitting with Them (God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit) every morning, even when I was a single parent with a crazy job, and I watched something incredible happen.
All of the hate posters I had hanging on the walls of my heart came down one by one, seemingly effortlessly. It was like a fresh coat of paint (of God's version of love) was applied every time I spent time with Them.
Hate ceased. Or it's more like it simply evaporated.
To this day, though I can be provoked by my own faulty thinking or the misdirected actions of others, hate continues to be rootless in my system.
This is the good news--the solution to hate, so we're getting the good news before the bad news.
Tomorrow: where the acid of hate carries us.
