God's hate.

He really doesn't actually.

But I'm sure He'd pick pride. He'd always pick pride.
I listened to CJ Mahaney a few weeks ago talking about pride and humility. It was rough. Rough as in... The the first day you've repented rough. Rough as in, you're moving to a third world country with nothing to build houses rough. Rough as in, "Hey, change your whole life because God has something better."
Mahaney says, "We hate nothing like God hates pride." And that, "Pride lifts up the heart against God."
Immediately, and he said so also, I thought of everything I hate.
Silly hates:
feet
coconut
guns
motorcycles
one-way streets
Silly Bands
public restrooms

Serious hates:
one-uppers
pride
wanderers
ignorance
those who think they should lie out love...

I cannot begin to think how much God must hate pride more than I hate people who do not speak truth. Or more than I hate people who put their lives above anyone else's.
Not only is it more, but it is God's hate. His wrath! It's unimaginable to think how powerful that is.

Yet,
He loves us. He looks at our immense pride and says, "I love you. You are my children."
At times I scream out "Why? I do not deserve this love, nor will I ever."
His response amazes me every time.
Simply, "I love you. You are my child."