I hate when people who go to my church are jerks to my co-workers.
I hate when I don’t have the guts to stand up for my beliefs.
I hate to see people suffer.
I hate even more when I don’t do something to help them.
I hate when people take the bible out of context.
I hate when people condemn me for choices I make.
I hate when people condemn my friends, but don’t show compassion.
I hate the fact that I have so much to offer, but nobody wants it.
I hate that I fail over and over, and still I don’t understand why God loves me.
I hate that the church has become okay with being complacent.
I hate that now it’s some how okay that we just go to church, and leave our skeletons in a big chester drawer at home, instead of burying them under the cross once we go in.
I hate that we made it okay that Christians come to church on Sundays and praise Jesus, and then go off and damn his name for the next six days.
It pisses me off that “Do Justly, Love Mercy, Walk Humbly With Your God” is just something that we wear on t-shirts now, and not something that we act out.
I hate that I feel like I’m the only one that’s trying to change the world.
I hate having the feeling, that if Jesus was here today, he would be causing riots in our churches, as he did back in the day.
I hate that I have to use this blog to get all of this off my chest, because probably no one would want to hear me in person.
I hate that there will probably be a second part to this sometime soon.