It’s 2,014 years after Christ and every day we feel levels of hate from those who call themselves by Christ’s holy name. They spew fountains of hatred like vomit from a place within them that is dark and filled with a powerful stench. What kind of being supposedly made in HIS image could hate like this?

I struggle daily not to become the hate that I hate so much; but it’s hard. If I succumb I will then become the enemy. I cringe still at the painful images of so many over hundreds of years hanging from trees and even worse, lying charred and burned at the foot of a burning Cross, no less. What kind of creature is this that would inflict such levels of cruelty – certainly not one of Christ.

Fast forwarding to present times, there are no nooses hanging from trees or burning crosses. Instead there…