You have heard the law that says, “Love your neighbor” and hate your enemy. But I say, love your enemies! Pray for those who persecute you! [Matthew 5:43-44 (NLT)]
When thou hatest the man’s sins, thou art not to hate him, but to love the sinner, even as Christ loved sinners. [C.H. Spurgeon]
Evil is anything that contradicts the nature of God and it’s easy to see Satan’s presence in malevolent acts like terrorism, genocide, slavery, torture, and human trafficking. The enemy, however, is usually far more subtle. Evil also includes things like anger, pride, fretfulness, immorality, pettiness, selfishness, deceit, envy, spite, unforgiveness, hatred, hypocrisy, envy, jealousy, greed, and unkindness. Although we’re more likely to find them in our hearts than genocide or murder, they’re not as easy to recognize. Because it’s easier to see the evil done by others than it is to face the evil in our hearts, we don’t spot Satan when he comes slithering into our lives.
When seeing how innocent people are suffering because of the indifference, injustice, viciousness, bigotry, and greed of various governments and leaders, it’s easy to get outraged and aggravated. Satan wants that anger to grow and develop in us. He loves anger because our wrath, spite, contempt, disdain, and condemnation diminish us, the Christ within us, and our witness. Nevertheless, it’s easy to be angry and wish disaster on any one of today’s evil leaders and their ilk.
That we never would physically harm someone doesn’t make our anger less a sin than if we murdered them! That we’re angry on someone else’s behalf or that the other people’s sins have harmed people while ours have harmed no one (but ourselves) is of no matter. Malicious hatred and private vengeance have no place in our hearts. They are an offense to God and Jesus made it clear that hating someone is committing murder in our hearts! While we can be angry at sin, let us remember that we don’t defeat evil with more of the same! Rather than wanting to afflict our enemies, Jesus asks us to love and pray for them.
Struggling with praying for his enemies during World War II, the great C.S. Lewis admitted that “charity (in our prayers) is very hard work.” The theologian questioned how one can pray for Stalin and Hitler and still make the prayer real. He found it helped him to remember that Christ died for those very men and that he was joining his “feeble little voice” to that of Jesus. Recognizing his own sins of cruelty and unkindness, Lewis humbly realized he wasn’t that different from his enemies; he was no less a sinner than were these horrible men. He also considered the possibility that, under different circumstances, he could have “blossomed” into someone equally as terrible as were they.
Before hating the evil in the world, we must begin by hating the evil in ourselves! Let us surrender our vengeful thoughts to Jesus, ask for forgiveness, and allow His love to rule our hearts as we pray for our enemies. We can’t do it on our own but, through the power of the Holy Spirit, it can and must be done!
Agape is disinterested love. Agape does not begin by discriminating between worthy and unworthy people, or any qualities people possess. It begins by loving others for their sakes. Therefore, agape makes no distinction between friend and enemy; it is directed toward both. [Martin Luther King, Jr.]
When writing about nitroglycerin recently, I realized there’s something else in our lives much like this strange chemical that is both helpful and harmful. Like nitroglycerin, man’s capabilities are a dichotomy between good and evil, constructive and destructive, and beneficial or detrimental. The same mind capable of creating a vaccine that saves thousands of lives is capable of creating a nuclear bomb that can take those lives. James speaks of this incongruity when writing about the way we use our words, “We use our tongues to praise our Lord and Father, but then we curse people, whom God made like himself. Praises and curses come from the same mouth! My brothers and sisters, this should not happen.” [3:9-10]
Back in the days before coronary artery bypass surgery and angioplasty, my father had heart disease and often suffered from the burning chest pain of angina. When that occurred, he would stop briefly, place a nitroglycerin tablet under his tongue, and his pain would ease. Medical nitroglycerin acts as a vasodilator by dilating or expanding the blood vessels so the heart doesn’t have to work as hard to pump blood through those vessels.
Those four verses are some of the most confusing ones in Scripture. Who are the sons of God, the daughters of men, the Nephilim, and how did they come to be mighty men (or as some translations say giants)? The Nephilim appear to be a race of formidable beings associated with extraordinary physical stature and fearful reputation. Mentioned briefly twice in Scripture, we find them in Genesis, just before the flood, and again in Numbers (post flood). Nephilim comes from naphal, meaning to fall. One school of thought holds that the “sons of God” were fallen angels who mated with human women (the daughters of man) and produced a hybrid race of giants called Nephilim. The apocryphal book of Enoch claims these offspring were giants standing thee hundred cubits (450 feet) tall. They had such insatiable hunger that they ate humans as well as one another. Having taught humans medicinal magic, astrology, divination, and other sinful practices, it was their evil ways that caused the flood! Written around 300-100 BC, the book of Enoch never was accepted as part the Hebrew Scriptures and never has been in the Christian canon.
After being asked, “How different would the world look if everyone got what they deserved?” I started wondering. Even as a child, I knew people didn’t get what they deserved. When I was ten, I watched on television as nine black students tried to enroll in an all-white school in Little Rock, Arkansas; they were blocked by the National Guard and an angry mob of 400 angry whites. Two years earlier, on a bus in Montgomery, Alabama, Rosa Parks was arrested for refusing to give up her seat to a white woman. I grew up in Detroit and, while discrimination and segregation were more subtle than in the South, it existed. I lived in a large home with a big yard on a tree-lined street but any bus trip “downtown” told me that the people of color didn’t live in neighborhoods like mine. There may not have been “colored” drinking fountains or “white only” bathrooms but there was a six-foot high, one-foot wide, and half-mile long wall segregating one black community from a neighboring white one. Many other invisible and more impenetrable walls existed within our divided city.
Devotions of the Heart 