Honestly, I enjoy being hated for believing in the Gospel. For I know that love of the world is enmity against God; therefore, when the world hates me, it reassures me that my belief in God is true. Now, I don't mean that I base my assurance on how others feel about me, what I mean is that the world's disposition fulfills the Scripture that says we will be persecuted and hated by the world for our faith in God.
There is no message that the world hates more than the true Gospel (which, of course, is properly "Calvinistic"). Men hate to hear that they are devoid of any good and are nothing but objects of God's wrath. They hate to hear that they are wicked sinners who deserve hellfire. They hate to hear they will be judged by a righteous God. They hate that they have to believe in an historical figure, a man who is also God, because their distored sinful minds reject this obvious truth. They absolutely hate everything about him and they hate anyone who would scratch at their marred image of him.
And I love scratching at it.
I count it a privilege to be able to deliver the Gospel truth as commanded by our Lord. I count it a privilege to see the heathen squirm, rebel, and level insults at me for my faith. When I am persecuted, I thank God for his grace that I am enabled to withstand it, and I pray that, if it be his will, that I would be enabled to encounter even greater persecution in the name of his Son. Moreover, when I have the opportunity to share the Gospel with those whose hearts have been prepared to receive it, I consider it a monumental privilege to be the vessel by which God has chosen to reveal his promise.
Why do I feel this way? Because of God's grace. There is certainly nothing natural in me that should incline me this way.
Soli Deo Gloria
Jon