TGIF Replay: 2014

I’m not angry.

I get angry occasionally, but I don’t stay that way.

Anger assaults and drains the graces that keep me functioning…it focuses on my frustration and fear instead of my faith.

I don’t like being around angry people and I’ve been told that I’m less than a picnic myself when I’m mad.

Thus, I’ve been staying off Facebook as much as possible.

A lot of my friends are angry every day and if they’re not angry yet, they’re waiting for someone to post something they can respond to in anger.

They find things elsewhere on the internet that make them angry and they post them so you can be angry too.

They’re angry at Obama, angry with Congress, angry with refugees, angry with Christians, angry with those who are angry with Christians, angry with the media, and generally angry with those who aren’t angry with the people they’re angry with.

Some will be angry that I wrote about being angry because I should be angry along with them.

Many of them believe Jesus is angry at the things they are angry about and He’s so angry that He’s coming back soon and better find you angry too.

Every day.

All day long.

Anger is the new badge of honor that must be constantly on display, one of the marks of a true believer.

I remember when those marks were faith…hope…and love.

When those completely fail me, I guess I’ll get really angry.

Make your own application…