Hope and Hate: Some thoughts

Lying on my back for the last 3 days over New Year (suffering from mild stomach flu) has been giving me plenty of time to think and pray about things, when not overcome by nauseous feelings!

I pray for things I hope for, concerning people I care for, and for those things and people I hate!

Yes, confession time, there are lots of things I hate! And by confession, I don’t mean things I repent of, but things that I embrace in prayer!!! It’s a self-revealing thing!

But what place has hate in a believer’s life?

A few months ago I brought this up on a Christian page on Facebook and was surprised by many of the comments. Surprised, not that they weren’t lacking in wisdom, but by their lack of biblical basis.

In brief terms they petitioned me to reject hate and embrace love for the subjects concerned. Yes I can affirm the wisdom of such advice since hatred so often destroys it’s host from within. A bit like lack of forgiveness which kills the self and not the object. Such wisdom I’m familiar with through my experience with those involved in psycho-therapeutic care and support.

But what was lacking was real advice about how to deal with evil in this world. It seemed like they were suggesting I just had to accept it an be all lovey-dovey to those perpetrating various horrors. That seems to foster an idea that the Christian life is about being a weak yes man, or even a ‘patsey’ to an abuser. Surely being a follower of Jesus means having more guts than that?

My regret at this point, is that I haven’t done much reading on the subject, mainly because of where I live and access to written material. Before I retired, as a bookseller, we had the title ‘Hate Work’ by David Augsburger on our sales shelf. Now I’m sorely disappointed that I never read it despite devouring several of his other titles. Hopefully I get a chance of borrowing it this summer and being further enlightened/corrected!

But I still have my bible, which in its electronic version enables easy searches for word studies. While I have no knowledge of Hebrew or Greek, I have to rely on the translators.

It’ll probably come as no surprise that the Hebrew Scriptures contain quite a lot of entries about hate. What has been more surprising has been the discovery of a definite stream of acceptable hatred exhibited there. Many references about the things that God hates, about hating evil with a perfect hatred. Such themes don’t get talked about much in Sunday sermons!

Of course, Jesus was all too familiar with such theology. Why else would he start talking “You have heard it said that you shall love your neighbour and hate your enemy”? It’s worth paying attention to how Jesus answers his own question!

And Walter Wink in his Engaging the Powers series has spent plenty of time highlighting the radical teaching of Jesus. Instead of hating we are to confront evil in a non-violent way that exposes the injustices in a way that cannot be avoided.

I might go further to say that a righteous hatred will seek to confront and transform the purpatrators yet without destruction.

Perhaps that is going a bit far because Jesus himself exhibited hatred and anger by name-calling “tell that fox…” “you den of vipers” “whitewashed tombs” etc. Not just name-calling; he also made a knotted whip, drove out sacrificial animals from the temple and overturned the tables of money chargers. That’s quite a few steps further than I could ever go myself or argue for!

Perhaps it’s enough to summarise things in the petition to “BE ANGRY AND SIN NOT’?

But this was supposed to be about Hope, as well as Hatred.

As I’ve thought and looked at. scriptures about God’s people and experience of hope, I’ve been surprised that very often the focus has not been on the end point, the final destination of hope. So often mentions of hope embrace the commitment to follow the ways of the Lord. To focus on THE JOURNEY rather than the destination. Sure the destination is what we want, but how we get there is ALL IMPORTANT!

I don’t understand prayer. The things that I pray for can seem impossible, and as it turns out, they often are! But perhaps the important thing is that we PERSIST in telling and asking God about what we care about most. God wants us to bring things to him, to show her (yes I’m mixing my genders) what we long for. We express our total reliance on the creator and it’s not dependent on the final destination. Again it seems to be about the journey. But thank God that we can see some final destinations!

So it seems to me that Hope and Hatred have perhaps more in common than meets the eye. Godly hatred acts like hope, by being faithful to the nature of Christ, to living in and practicing a non-violent obedience to the creator.

So in my terms, things like Antisemitism, Islamophobia, Zenophobia, Sexism, Bigotry, etc etc have no place in a believers life. No place for ‘hate-crimes’ for the faithful community. Perhaps the far-right evangelical world in the USA have a few more things to learn? As we all do.

So pray for those you love, for healing, success. Pray for those you hate, that they’ll be transformed by the great creator and start doing justice in place of their destruction, and, given the opportunity, confront in a transforming way. Speak truth to power; take a leaf out of Greta’s book and refuse to be intimidated.

Witterings 2019

Chubbies at the Creche

Happy Christmas Everybody!

OK. Relax. This isn’t going to be a six page rant by a deranged President.

It’ll be shorter!

OK it’s been a big year. Things in the White House… Oh! I’d better not talk about that.

Back home in England there’s also been some politics… Probably better not to talk about that either!

OK, it remains for me to wish you all a Happy and Prosperous New Year.



Will & Yvonne



Sorry, you thought you’d escaped, huh?


Thinking good thoughts, I’m so grateful our big baby, Chubbies, is still with us. Back in the spring he had further traumas and we think suffered some brain damage after hitting his head on the coffee table as he fell off the settee. He was paralysed for 12 hours. He recovered a bit but I thought he might not make it past August. Then, despite getting weaker and being almost unable to walk, I thought he’d be unlikely to see Christmas. But he’s still with us. Still adorable and happy despite his problems. The highlight of his day is after his breakfast. When we’re having coffee on the balcony and indulging in some soft gooey sweet Chinese bread he pricks up his ears and struggles to join us, often falling over several times. But he knows he’ll get a treat and stares up adoringly at his daddy!

The other four, Mr Jack, Miss Chili, Yoda and Miss GeGe are all also adorable. GeGe sleeps in her cosy little bed beside ours and wakes us up in the morning with little kisses and meows. She came to us in the spring and is a beautiful Golden British Shorthair.


We know the weather in the UK has been awful this autumn but it’s been quite pleasant here. This last week the temperature has dropped and we at last switched on the underfloor heating. The fur babies love it! It’s still not really cold, just 8C, but I put on my fluffy lined winter trousers which make it nice and toasty when we go out. I can’t believe I grew up wearing shorts until the age of 12 in the middle of winter (when winters were a lot colder). Shorts here in Changsha are the order of the day from May through September/October. No longer!


Yvonne and I crossed off a bucket list item in April to celebrate my 70th. Only a short trip but memorable. I was surprised how clean Tokyo was. And not a waste paper bin anywhere in sight. Everybody takes their rubbish home. A model to follow!

We’re still going to our singing classes but I’ve been relieved at not having to do any solo’s in public this year. The last special event was a couple of weeks ago, singing a patriotic song in the opening ceremony of the local finals of ‘It’s a Knock Out’ type of competition. Lots of parades, military escorts and flags etc. And unbearably cold at 07:30 in the morning. Just in our shirt sleeves and dresses for our bit, we performed physical jerks to keep warm before we got ‘on-stage’.

I do miss the Highgate Choral Society and singing those big classical masses and requiems. So grateful for having had the chance to take part in them for 10 years. There are symphony concerts here but I can’t remember the last one I went to. I haven’t been following the programme of events as I used to.


Yvonne continues to complain about the amount of time I spend on my phone! Most of it is to do with photography. I’ve done some Udemy courses in editing stills and also a bit of video but I’ve not majored on the latter. I contribute regularly to a Facebook photo page which is a mutual self-help group. Lots of constructive crits and examples about how others might edit your own photos. A great learning experience.


I’m writing this on a new iPadAir3, a generous gift from Yvonne’s daughter Shu Fang. I’ve located the old one (still many thanks to WGMC for their generous gift), next to our fish tank (no fish, just plastic plants etc). I’ve got a Fish app on the iPad including some sharks so I can compete in a way with a Scot’s friend who keeps REAL fish!!!

I’ve also got a new pair of Apple’s latest cordless earphones. They’re great and so much better than a single cheaper earphone which never worked properly with phone calls.


Another short trip we made was to the world’s longest glass bridge. We thought we were going to it last year but ended up booking on the wrong tour!!! In the end it was a lovely setting but not as scary as a much shorter one we’ve also been on! It seems the Chinese have a fascination with glass bridges. Hunan has another 3 of them. Do they have them elsewhere?


As I mentioned earlier, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from us both


Will & Yvonne

A selection of this year’s photos

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Things that give me hope

I could have chosen a different title, perhaps ‘Things that make for peace’ but perhaps that didn’t resonate as well as my first choice.

I don’t know if I’m any different from anyone else? Perhaps living in China and only getting my news via the internet makes me more negative? But there’s too much terrible news at the moment. Massacres in El Paso and Dayton Ohio; well documented liars in positions of extra-ordinary power; natural disasters. They all tend to mask out the good news and sources of hope.

So where do I go for positive news? It’s often not from the great and the mighty, but from the personal and mundane.

The Scriptures teach that humanity is made in the image of God, so perhaps that hope comes from his creation responding in a way that fits the image.

I’m grateful for those stories of hard-pressed police officers reaching out to help beyond their official duties. I’m grateful for people who’ve worked for years to combat racism and prejudice in local communities. I’m thankful for those who’ve stood up for justice and peace on a larger scale, airing the message of Jesus to love enemies to the political powers and to work for de-escalation of international conflicts and to outlaw obscene weapons of destruction. I love reading about people reaching out to save animals caught in dire circumstances. I’m grateful for all those little acts of kindness, such as young people giving up their seat for me on the bus. I’m grateful for technology and science when it’s used to advance our quality of life and for those moments of inspiration, like the moon landings.

What gives me hope? In part, it’s a choice to live out the gift of God here in my little orbit rather than succumb to despair. And I’m reminded of Mr Rogers’ mother’s words on seeing disasters “Always look for the helpers”.

“I have a hope in God – a hope that they themselves also accept – that there will be a ressurection of both the righteous and the unrighteous” Acts 24:15, — even if I don’t understand it.

Authentic or Counterfeit?

The last 24 hours I’ve had these loud thoughts in my head which have deafened me to most other input.

As a faltering Believer, I’m becoming increasingly embarrassed by the term Christian!

Because ‘news’ very often means broadcasting about bad things that have happened, the term in the headlines has become associated with red hats, sexism, bigotry, gerrymandering racism, and not least, pussy grabbing presidents, all assisted by Fox News acolytes (Shep Smith excepted). But none of this has been ameliorated by millionaire TV evangelists or bogus faith healers.

I’m sure there are plenty of others out there who are equally frustrated.

Yet I’m thankful that I’ve known, and learned from, hundred of Americans and Canadians who’ve been struggling daily to place their feet in the sand where the man from Nazareth has trod. This carpenter became a refugee as an infant, learned from the people of the book about compassion and caring for the least among us. Later his teaching frequently exemplified the behaviour of foreigners, untouchables and the unclean rather than those who had been brought up soaked in “10 words”.

So where am I going with this? We need to continually discern what we hear and see and decide what is authentic and what is counterfeit. And this applies equally to every area of life, not just faith. Politics in the US and the UK over the last couple of years has given too loud a voice to the counterfeit. We need to be constantly aware and, as the carpenter once said, be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.