Okay maybe hate is a strong word. I really dislike it. It hurts. It stomps on my toes and challenges who I thought I was.
Usually it seems like a bash Matthew session. I am spent emotionally after it. It reveals things that I do not like to see in myself, pornography, pride. etc. It tells me that my marriage, ministry, passion, purposes have usually been wrong.
I guess it will make me stronger and a better person and more like Christ in the end but now it stinks.