Hate in the Harshest Sense

I hate the Devil.

I hate what he does, what he stands for, how he destroys lives, and how he uses the simplest of tricks to accomplish his evil deeds.

Did I tell you how I thoroughly hate the Devil.

I remember a milestone in the path of God’s direction for my life. I made it public to my church family that I had surrendered to God’s calling to the mission field. Do I know to where God was calling me? The answer is yes… wherever he wants me. Right now, it’s my hometown, the surrounding towns, and the state. No place like home. But what we, the body of Christ, fail to realize is that we are all called to be missionaries. If to no other place than our own hometown.

That’s exactly the same place where the Devil wants to stop you. See if he can stop you there then he knows you won’t go anywhere else God wants you. This is no more evident than in Genesis 25:34 when Esau sold his birthright to his brother Jacob. And for what, a bowl of beans? No. He sold it to curb an appetite. One appetite that could never be satisfied. And where did it happen? AT HOME! It wasn’t at a conference in the next city, it wasn’t in another state, and it wasn’t in the Bahamas. It was at home. The exact place where the Devil knew he could curb his appetite.

God has opened my eyes to see that I have a huge bullseye directly above me with the Devil aimed and ready. And he’s begun in my own comfort zone. Exactly where he knows I can curb my appetite. So how will I make it to where God wants me? By realizing that, “for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control”, (2 Timothy 1:7); and relying on that, “he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world”, (1 John 4:4). That’s why I hate the Devil.

Grace and peace, James

  • Scripture from ESV, Crossway Publishing, 2001
  • Picture courtesy of Adobe Stock
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