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Usually when I get angry, it’s about something specific and personal, like the anger one feels when someone treats me unfairly or is disrespectful to me in some way. Usually I recognize the sinfulness in myself and try to reconcile with whomever I am angry with. This is different-- I am just so angry about the brokenness in our society. It’s not specifically personal, but I am feeling interior rage and distress in the same way I might feel when it is personal.
It began in ernest with the media’s treatment of the Covington teens at the Lincoln Memorial
…then I became angry at the Native American demonstrator for abusing the truth of what happened at that event to make himself look like some kind of hero
…then I’m angry about the justifications and the arguments in defense of attacking children that are logically twisted, and as vicious or worse than the initial attacks–worse, because there is proof the kids were wronged…and they’re KIDS!
…then I’m angry because it occurred after the Right to Life March and the way Pro-Life protesters are ignored or vilified
…then I’m angry about the horror of abortion and how casual so many in our society are about killing
…then I’m angry about how rabidly anti-life so many are, and how unrepentantly outspoken many people I know are
…then I’m angry about the affront to life that was just passed in New York
…then I’m angry about all the political discord, the divisions, the demand for various reparations and recompense, the justifications and hypocrisy
…and it just goes on and on and on–that list just scratches the surface of social abominations.
I’m angry–hot-faced-grinding-in-my-chest-want-to-scream–angry that the good is being crushed by all the proudly gleeful sin and hatred present in the world, and I have children who are inheriting this mess and enticed by the lure of worldliness and I can only keep trying and keep praying.
I’m angry that society is this way, that I work to be good and holy despite my failings and I knows others do too, but it seems so overwhelming and though I look for the good, it seems harder and harder to find. It feels like I’m drowning. I guess I’m angry, AND disheartened.
I know prayer is the best advice, but I’m even struggling with that in the face of this.
I suppose I’m looking for how others deal with this sort of undirected anger where I can’t seek reconciliation, because it is an unjust and unrepentant world. Any words of wisdom?
It began in ernest with the media’s treatment of the Covington teens at the Lincoln Memorial
…then I became angry at the Native American demonstrator for abusing the truth of what happened at that event to make himself look like some kind of hero
…then I’m angry about the justifications and the arguments in defense of attacking children that are logically twisted, and as vicious or worse than the initial attacks–worse, because there is proof the kids were wronged…and they’re KIDS!
…then I’m angry because it occurred after the Right to Life March and the way Pro-Life protesters are ignored or vilified
…then I’m angry about the horror of abortion and how casual so many in our society are about killing
…then I’m angry about how rabidly anti-life so many are, and how unrepentantly outspoken many people I know are
…then I’m angry about the affront to life that was just passed in New York
…then I’m angry about all the political discord, the divisions, the demand for various reparations and recompense, the justifications and hypocrisy
…and it just goes on and on and on–that list just scratches the surface of social abominations.
I’m angry–hot-faced-grinding-in-my-chest-want-to-scream–angry that the good is being crushed by all the proudly gleeful sin and hatred present in the world, and I have children who are inheriting this mess and enticed by the lure of worldliness and I can only keep trying and keep praying.
I’m angry that society is this way, that I work to be good and holy despite my failings and I knows others do too, but it seems so overwhelming and though I look for the good, it seems harder and harder to find. It feels like I’m drowning. I guess I’m angry, AND disheartened.
I know prayer is the best advice, but I’m even struggling with that in the face of this.
I suppose I’m looking for how others deal with this sort of undirected anger where I can’t seek reconciliation, because it is an unjust and unrepentant world. Any words of wisdom?