The Hate You Give

I don’t know anything about the movie, just its title. I’ve passed over it several times when debating over which movie would serve as a Friday night escape. But the title of the movie did something to me. It was bold and unapologetic. It was angry and accusatory. I felt convicted in some strange and unatoned for way. Could I be guilty of a sin I didn’t commit?

Today, I meditated on the story of Herod and John the Baptist and read an excellent meditation on it. And that meditation scared me as it spoke of “the power of anger in its most extreme form.” And I reflected on my passions, my hate and any resentment or anger that was “inspiring” my heart or motivation.

Sin creeps so steadily into your soul. Like a silencer. Like a slow dose of poison, unnoticed. The hate you give. In your words, your actions, your rants and apologetics. In the way you deal with people. In the selfish advice you give them. In the missing of moments, in the accusations against our Lord. In the chains we put Him in. In the blasphemies we speak against Him.

It is us. We are the crowd that shouts, “Crucify Him.”

The hate you give

I cried for my soul. For the hurt that I’ve held onto. I have forgiven so many. The perpetrators of my abuse, friends, acquaintances and so many more. There is nobody in my mind’s eye that I hadn’t forgiven. I scanned my mind at a rapid pace, but my heart was beating and swelling and filled with conviction.

The hate you give. (Holy Spirit whispers)

And the sin was there clear as day. I had forgiven but I had harbored. I had done what Jesus had asked me to do but I had resented. I had followed the Word but I had not absorbed the word into my soul. And my actions, my words, my motivations had fallen so short of what the Lord expects from me.

And He was crying from the crucifix, Forgive them all.

Look at me. My eyes, my body, covered in blood and sweat and the wounds of a million lashes. My soul dying from rejection. My heart crushed by those I called my own.

But His heart, His heart swelling with an unfathomable love. And not hate, not hate but an immense love. An impossible love for you and for me. Blood, tears, sweat, dirt, rejection, hate, the hate, and the love coming back from Him. Lord my rejection is killing me. My soul is slowly dying. I don’t want to hold onto it any longer.

Betrayal is cruel and deep. It burns the soul. The person I loved the most. The person that left me. The forgiveness that I gave. The rejection that I received. The bitterness and resentment and anger that followed. The grief that consumed my soul. The why God why. The meditation on Judas. The crying. The repairing of the heart. And all the while God is watching…Take it all my beloved daughter. Grieve it. I love her too. I love her, too.

And there it was, deep and wide. My sin on display. I didn’t want God to love her.

The hate you give

A reading from the holy Gospel according to Matthew 14:1-12

Herod the tetrarch heard of the reputation of Jesus
and said to his servants, “This man is John the Baptist.
He has been raised from the dead;
that is why mighty powers are at work in him.”

Now Herod had arrested John, bound him, and put him in prison
on account of Herodias, the wife of his brother Philip,
for John had said to him,
“It is not lawful for you to have her.”
Although he wanted to kill him, he feared the people,
for they regarded him as a prophet.
But at a birthday celebration for Herod,
the daughter of Herodias performed a dance before the guests
and delighted Herod so much
that he swore to give her whatever she might ask for.
Prompted by her mother, she said,
“Give me here on a platter the head of John the Baptist.”
The king was distressed, 
but because of his oaths and the guests who were present,
he ordered that it be given, and he had John beheaded in the prison.
His head was brought in on a platter and given to the girl,
who took it to her mother.
His disciples came and took away the corpse
and buried him; and they went and told Jesus.

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Melissa Zelniker-Presser

I am a Catholic convert from Judaism. I am a writer by the grace of God. I am a devotee to Our Blessed Mother. I am a sexual abuse survivor. I am showing up to see what happens next.

7 thoughts on “The Hate You Give”

  1. It’s a pleasure to see you back from time to time. I enjoy your writing style so much. It is so difficult for us to truly forgive someone who has cause us years of anger, hate and not being able to move on. We can say we forgive, but the pain we harbor is nothing in comparison to what Christ did for us. For him to carry the burden of every sin ever committed from the beginning of time until the end of it, is impossible for us to imagine. Yet he did it because of his undying love for us, his creation. Thankfully he died for our sins and buried them in the grave. Because of that we have hope of eternity in his presence.

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    1. Thanks Kathy. Miss you all. Work has been all consuming. He is our every hope. He is our all. Love to you.


  2. God commands us to forgive, so you did your best. Unless we see humans as Jesus sees them, it will be difficult to forgive. Simply see your anger, let it out and throw it away. Harboring the anger does not hurt the other person, it hurts us. We think we are, but truly, it is the hell we carry with us. Blessings to you, sister!

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  3. It took me 30 years to forgive those who almost destroyed me: my parents.
    Dont beat yourself up, Melissa, on top of all your trauma.
    Why heap more of a load on your being ?
    Jesus knows how we struggle and that we are weak.
    It is your intention that counts.
    You will get there…
    It can take years.
    We don’t arrive at perfection overnight.
    I’m 70, and still a beginner where holiness is concerned.
    Hail Mary, full of grace…
    Please intercede for Melissa’s intentions.
    O blessed Mother, you know her suffering…
    You stood at the feet of your Son as he hung on that hideous cross…
    Ask Jesus to bless Melissa whose pain has been overwhelming at times & perhaps still is from time to time…
    Her struggle has been so great…
    May she be touched by his great mercy…
    Cape Town


      1. Very Dear Melissa

        I so feel for your plight.
        And have endured much myself.
        If you wish to chat privately with me, you have my email address so please feel free…

        Now I’m about to listen to your interaction with Marcus on Journey Home.

        Blessings and healing to Melissa Lord…


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