When growing up, I can recall my mother saying “don’t say you hate someone, that is a strong word, hate”. Though I have had plenty of selfish moments in my life to where “hate” didn’t seem strong enough on how I was feeling. Over time I have seen what hate has done to friends, family, and my communities, not to mention the world through-out our history of existence.

It’s been said that we need to understand our history, or we are doomed to repeat it. I’m not entirely sure we are getting that.

Proverbs 15:4 says “The tongue that brings healing is a tree of life, but a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit.”

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve watched my Twitter feed blow up with bashing sessions of ignorant hate, judgement, and sarcasm. I understand that some think that sarcasm is a spiritual gift… though sometimes funny, it can wear me out after a while. You?

“Hate is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it injures the hated.”

I’m just enough of an idealist that I have dreams and hopes of us fighting for a peaceful existence to where we build each other up and cease the need to celebrate when we do see others fall. Loving our neighbor as ourselves wasn’t just a suggestion.

My friend Pete has another kind of post of the power of a tweet HERE. This is along the lines of thought here though. Be it a misunderstanding or straight up mistake, when words are carelessly used, the damage can alter the future our our own personal histories.

I want to believe that Love > Hate.

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