Love when there's hate

I love being a Christian. It's scary but amazing how some things happen at the exact time they have to happen. That's when I realise and know that people really mean what they say when they say God is always watching. He is. It's very hard to believe the whole invisible figure in the sky thing, I know. People always want to see it to believe it. But it isn't necessary, because you just know. Faith. Faith gives you spiritual eyes. They tell you it's true. Who needs physical eyes then?

Yesterday was the last day of June. It was also the last day of the week. And the last day of a half year. I don't know how much more significant what I've learnt over the end of June can be. I think what I've been told by God is that the rest of the year's a new beginning, but also a second chance. Sometimes we think being too good is not all that good. We become lazy. We don't reflect on our mistakes. We make them, and then we make more. But you know, today, God reminded me this is not me. I'm glad I could get this reminder. So I'm glad I'm a Christian.

This morning, I came to church tired, upset and unwilling. Sometimes it even gets annoying to listen to the message. I admit, I didn't want to listen today, I just came because I had to. I even forgot I had to sign up for STEPS for a cause even though that was all I was talking about all week. So during sermon, nothing went in. But the opposite happened when I heard that one thing. I knew God was trying to tell me something, so I listened.

June for me, has been all about loving the ones that hurt you. Today I realised that everyone has been trying to tell me this since the start of the month, but I refused to listen, knowing that I believe in fighting for yourself. I only realised the significance of what I'm writing today. But I've used this morning to myself that next time I'll love the ones that hate me, instead of giving them what they gave me. I think I now know what it  means to love your enemies. If we're vengeful, how different are we? It'll be hypocrisy at it's finest. It's hard to love when there's hate. I know. I always wonder who the hell can do that, but I realised someone who did.

Jesus.