There is an inerasable line in man's
proverbial sand, put there of GOD, to divide the justified haves from the
unjustified
have-nots; and like it or not, there is a resulting, and mutual disdain among
the two groups.
"Do not I hate them, O
LORD, that hate THEE? and am not I grieved with those that rise
up against THEE? I hate them with perfect hatred: I count
them mine enemies."
Long before the Hatfield's and McCoy's,
came the Cain and Abel feud, fueling a fight of epic proportion
which is
still alive and well today. This joint disgust hinges not
on the belief in GOD, or even, of GOD; for all men do believe, no
matter how clever the disguise to hide what is innate to us.
Some of the more creative agnostics have even donned the monkey costumes
of evolution!
May I suggest that if you ever met a real atheist, you wouldn't
know it, because in essence, he\she would be a non-existist, for
the GOD they try to deny, is the ONE WHO moves the air from
their lungs across their vocal cords. Yes indeed, HE created the air,
the lungs, the cords, and all that we know, save the sin of our
own choosing. In refining their condition, they could be
defined as: 'ahamartiaist' (i.e. those who deny sin).
Thus, proving impossible to deny the CREATOR without also denying
the created, comes the ongoing and frustrated effort to deny sin instead; and
simply
defy, rather than deny GOD. The modern touchy-feely
society which suggests that we all just live and let live, get
along, and avoid rocking the boat at all cost, is achievable, if
your society is made up solely of botched lobotomy patients.
The LORD though, for some 6000 years has held up sin's penalty
of death, and upheld the death penalty for man's sin; that each
might consider which side of that aforementioned line he would spend eternity
on.
"If
it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all
men." Surely, the LORD would not have us to be
intentionally abrasive; but neither would HE have us to be
shamefully compromising with a world at war with HIM over sin.
The balance is struck as we walk in the SPIRIT, leaving the
fight to HIM, content to be HIS sword only as HE chooses to pick
us up and wield us.
"If
the world hate you, ye know that it hated ME before it hated you
... Marvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you."