jay_s:
Hatred is a very strong emotion. It takes a lot of energy out of you, and, at the end of the day, leaves you feeling used and empty, like one person in this thread said. I don’t know why we hate other people. It may be that we expected love somehow and failed to receive it. This is a form of resentment. When pride is added to the mix, hatred may develop. I think.
There is a great chapter on anger in a (very inexpensive paperback) book I read once called “How to Get People to Do Things” by Robert Conklin.
What many don’t realize is that getting angry just gives away power and control, the very lack of which probably caused the anger in the first place. In a conflict, anger brings weakness. If I can make you angry, then I have control over you.
Last night my 17 year old son and I were discussing anger (originally his anger) and we decided it was like a form of mental masturbation. We get frustrated, we grab our anger, and run our scripts. Get our innards tensed up, eyebrows furled, angry speech, and the like.
I don’t know what to do about this emotion. It’s going to be there with me for the rest of my life; guiding me, even. My hatred need not control my life, but it can certainly direct it. How can we make good use of this emotion? And what does the Church have to say about it?
Fear not, for just yesterday I had a counterexample. It may not be with you forever.
I have been so angry and frustrated at fools and foolishness that I got locked up in a mental ward in confusion, with severe bipolar.
Yesterday, the culmination of four years of searching, praying, studying, and having wonderful discussions with my kids, friends, and people on this forum, took place.
Yesterday I finally lost my anger. Yes, it was June 23, 2005. I hope I never find it again, unless of course just to indulge in old times’ sake or to use as a show.
After some interesting discussions with my son yesterday, starting loud when something went wrong, and progressing into insightful and fascinating, I found myself spending practically all day shuttling kids from here to there, in a van with no air conditioning and the windows don’t go down, in 93 heat.
During the day I felt so resigned to my Assigned Tasks and restful in God, that not even other traffic bugged me. If someone got in the way, I slowed down. If they tried to get around, I let them instead of “cleverly” trying to cut them off – you know what I mean, trap them but pretend like I don’t realize I’m doing it.
Anyway, I finally got to the point at which I actually “chased” the anger away when I felt it trying to well up once or twice. It was sooo cute, the time or two when it tried to sneak in, but both times I gently let it rest and it gave me rest, and a faint smile on my face practically all day.
I’m overweight and usually sweat a lot, but yesterday I honestly didn’t feel the heat the way I usually did. It was awesome. Intellectually I knew it was hot, but it just wasn’t uncomfortable at all. When I thought about it, satan tried to convince me that yes, it is very hot and I should be bothered by it. When I heard that in my thoughts, it was so obvious that I almost felt like it was too easy to let go of that thought train. It was so clearly contrary to what I’d decided as Truth, that it just sounded like a cute little voice looking for some attention. (I was not hallucinating by the way; I’m using personification on the voices; I didn’t actually “hear” them.)
Here’s what it was like. I have chosen at this point in my life to support these errands and to do this driving, and God has provided me with a vehicle, such as it is. Now, yes, it is objectively hot, yes, I am perspiring a bit (but not like I usually do) and yes, it gets hotter when sitting at traffic lights. None of this can separate me from the love and peace of Christ, unless I choose to let it be my excuse. Therefore, I choose not to judge my situation as good or bad, but to accept it as What I’m Doing Right Now, and any judgmental or whiney thoughts are silly and only good for giving me a knowing smile when I gently dismiss them with my superior logic, reasoning, and transformed heart, all wonderful gifts from God, and all working for me that day.
After an old script tries to run, “you should be miserable/angry/frustrated” I just smiled and said to it, “yes, you are very cute indeed, and you make me smile.” Those bad thoughts can’t stand it when you don’t take them seriously.
Alan
P.S.: practically everybody I tell about this book, if I ask them one minute later, they think the title is, “How to Get People to Do What You Want.” That was not the title, and this memory glitch indicates one of the ineffective approaches that the book tries to convey.