To My Christian Sisters: A Hate Letter

“If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own…sisters…, he cannot be my disciple.”

(Luke 14:26)

To my Christian sisters,

wherever you are.

I hate you if you forget who you are, whether on intention or not.

I hate you if you speak stupidly.

I hate you if you dress sensually, whether on intention or not.

I hate you if you crave for my attention through any way.

I hate you.

I respect you if you understand who you are: the beloved daughter — therefore, heir — of God.

I respect you if you open your mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is in your tongue.

I respect you if you wear respectable apparel, with modesty and self-control — good works as make-up.

I respect you if you seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, laying aside the kingdom of man.

Even if I give you some respect, I still hate you.

I hate you, because I ought to love God and hate everything else.

That means, God deserves my best fear or respect, affection, devotion, and life.

I hate you, my sister in Christ.

So, please don’t ever ask me again why

1. I didn’t always reply your chat

2. I didn’t always pick up your call

3. I wasn’t always there for you

4. I didn’t always seem care for you

5. I didn’t always help you with difficult stuffs

I hate you. But,

Jesus loves you infinitely greater than my hatred.

Jesus loves you infinitely.

Jesus loves you.

Jesus = love.

Stop seeking for my attention, or any of my brother’s.

You will not receive full and everlasting love from us. We hate you.

Come to Jesus.

He loves you, even when no man does.

He loves you, even when the whole world is against you.

He loves you, even though he knows all your flaws.

Even though you think that you are not worthy, he still loves you.

Jesus always

1. replies your chat

2. picks up your call

3. be there for you

4. cares for you

5. helps you with difficult stuffs

Even more, he died and rose for you. God shows his love for you in that while you were still sinners, Christ died for you.


There is a man that loves you so much, that he died for you. No, he is not me. He’s Jesus Christ.

He died, so that you’re free from sin’s slavery. He died, so that you can have full and everlasting joy.

He conquered death and rose again. Now, he’s running towards you with arms open wide, full of joy.

Decide it now. Don’t give your everything to man. Give everything to Jesus. It’s totally worth it.

Love Jesus, hate me.

With conviction of hate,

the Christian guy that you like