Hate Is Like Acid

By: Woody Godbey

Monday's post was on the power of love and today I want to talk about the opposite, hate. Someone has said that hate is like acid, it damages the vessel in which it is stored and the object on which it is poured. It would do us all good to remember that hate, like acid, can destroy both the hater and the hated.

I've witnessed all kinds of hatred in my life time. And by the way, just because someone does you wrong, it doesn't give you a license to kill. Remember, the Bible teaches us if a man hates his brother, he is the same as a murderer.

One of the worst cases of hatred I have ever come across is found in a will written in 1935 by a Mr. Donohoe. It says, “Unto my two daughters, Frances Marie and Denise Victoria, by reason of their unfilially attitude toward a doting father . . . I leave the sum of $1.00 to each and a father’s curse. May their lives be fraught with misery, unhappiness, and poignant sorrow. May their deaths be soon and of a lingering malignant and torturous nature.” The last line of the will is so vicious I shudder to quote it. It reads, “May their souls rest in hell and suffer the torments of the condemned for eternity.”

That kind of hatred didn't develop overnight. It was nurtured and fed over a long period of time. We should never allow our minds to be a fertile soil for the seed of hatred. Paul warned us not to let the sun go down on our wrath. If someone angers you, get over it before it turns into something that bears evil fruit. James also gave some good counsel when he told us to "be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath". Did you notice, SLOW TO WRATH? The remainder of that verse says, "For the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God" (James 1:19-20.

Remember what I said earlier, "whoever hates his brother is a murderer" (1 John 3:15). If you let angry feelings go unchecked, it won't be long until it turns to hate. Don't let time feed bitterness, it will destroy you and no doubt hurt others.

We were taught as kids to control our temper. There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out, it won’t matter how many times you say ’I’m sorry,’ the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

Control your temper and hate won't have a breeding ground! God Bless!