I’m a nice guy, right?
At least I try to be?
So why do they hate me?
I’ll admit, I’ve been a jerk a time or two or eight million, three hundred thousand and seventy-eight, but I didn’t mean to be.
It’s usually an accident, at least. I’m sure of it.
Yet there are always people who take the smallest little thing I said and try to make it into the biggest thing, to prove that I’m the biggest jerk known to man.
They do it to you too. I’m sure of it. You’re a good person too. Better than me, at least. But they hate us.
What’s up with that?
They don’t say it to our faces. At least not usually.
They usually say it behind ten thousand walls that separate us from them.
They don’t even know our names or our faces, they just know that we are horribly offensive and that everything that we do or say is wrong.
Why are we surprised? Jesus told us not to be.
A disciple is not above his teacher, nor a servant above his master.
“It is enough for a disciple that he be like his teacher, and a servant like his master. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebub, how much more will they call those of his household!
Matthew 10: 24-25
People don’t like Christians, but by becoming Christians we gave up the right and the need to be concerned with that, because we already knew that they hated Jesus Himself, otherwise they wouldn’t have killed Him.
So if someone ever gets angry at you because of who you are in Christ, you don’t have to believe them in their thinking that you are the jerkiest jerk that ever walked the earth.
They just hate your Jesus.
Love them anyway.
That’s how this thing works.
Do you ever get upset that people don’t like you despite your best intentions?
