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Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Anger Transformed

A lot of us are so angry. Angry that our inherent worth and dignity seems up for debate by those who have never had their worth and dignity questioned in courts of law. Angry that love of power seems to trump love of neighbor. Repurpose our anger into righteous action, Lord.

 

(Personal note: My fear is turning to anger and I am afraid that my anger can turn so easily to hate and hate is the thing I say I am against. Turn me away from hate. My heart can’t take that kind of brittleness because I need it to give and to receive love. Remind me that my heart is spoken for.)

              Nadia Bolz-Weber

 

I went to bed angry

I woke up angry

 

Or perhaps it was not so much anger, as emptiness

As if a void has opened up in my soul

As if love, hope, peace and joy

Have been sucked out of my core

 

Leaving a black hole

That I cannot fill

 

And that is the point I suppose

That I cannot fill that space

I can only offer it

 

Offer it to the One who is love.

 

Jesus said that he is the way.

A road

A road is something you walk on

A path that gets you from here to there

I can only seek to walk, step by step

Down that path, into the depth of Jesus’ heart

Hoping that perhaps, I am also walking

Step by step into my own heart

 

Come Lord Jesus

Is not an empty cry

Or an angry cry

Come Lord Jesus, and set things straight

Come Lord Jesus and make things right

 

It is so easy to let the emptiness fill with foul things

With hate

And a desire for retribution

With fear, and a desire to grab

Power and wealth

As a solution

 

But come Lord Jesus and fill my heart

With the love, joy, hope, and peace that has been lost.

 

Don’t transform them.

Transform me

 

So that in love, I can help change the world.

 

Yes, it seems helpless!

I cry with the Psalmist, “How long, O Lord, how long” (13)

I raise my anguished questions to the heavens

“Why does the way of the wicked prosper?

Why do all the faithless live at ease?”  (Jeremiah)

 

Teach me Lord

Walk with me down that road we make by walking (Paolo Freire)

That road we make with persistent love

 

I know I need to challenge

Those things that are not right in the world

I need to make Those who have fused with values and agendas

That are not Yours

Uncomfortable,

so that they themselves may challenge

What they have blindly accepted

 

(There are many times I might well be wrong.

But some things, hate, fear, retribution, lies, and racism are clearly wrong)

 

I need to ask hard questions.

Not accusing, blaming, or shaming,

But asking those questions that, if answered may, may

Open hearts and minds

 

But I can only do that with others

after I have done that with myself

 

Lord, I am afraid, and my fear is turning to anger

And my anger might well turn to hate

 

Lord, remind me that heart is spoken for

And walk with me

 

Walk with me into the wilderness of my heart

Touch my brittle heart

Soften it

 

I am angry Lord

It is not wrong to be angry.

 

But turn me away from hate, so that I can share your Love

 

For

“Returning hate for hate multiplies hate,

adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.

Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” (MLK Jr.)


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