I’m not a huge fan of persecution.
Shocking, I know.
I don’t like it when people give me weird looks when I pray for my meal. I’m not comfortable when people start mocking my faith. I get angry when I hear people say there is no God. I don’t like it when people take advantage of my good nature. I hate it when politics enter the church and destroys people’s lives. I’m not a fan of backstabbing, rumors, gossip and being at the receiving end of two-faced people who say one thing to my face and rip me up and down behind my back. And I definitely hate it when someone tries to do that to the people I care about most. I can’t stand divisiveness, critics and people who seem to find pleasure in bringing pain to others.
I would rather avoid trials, tribulations, suffering, hard times, testing and sickness.
I know I’m not the only one.
We don’t enjoy rough seasons. We don’t wait excitedly to be betrayed by someone we love. We don’t look for opportunities to be taken advantage of at work. We don’t want to be mocked, made fun of or told we’re stupid. We don’t sit awake praying that God would make our lives more difficult.
But it happens.