The Beauty of Our Anger.

Anger.

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What a scary thing it can be.

I am not talking about the surface anger. Like when you get a parking ticket or maybe your sister (okay wife ha) ‘steals’ your favourite shirt.

I am talking about the anger that boils deeps within all of us.

That you might not actually know exists until you are pushed to a limit where it finally comes to the surface.

The kind that can make you feel so passionate, righteous, in control, which actually makes us blind, disrespectful, and possessive of rage.

You see, I have that anger.

I can feel it coming up as I have written, deleted, rewritten, deleted, this very post.

Or how that anger can seem to rise simply opening up the news. How it makes me want to take someone by the shoulders and start shaking them.

That I justify this want by saying what I believe is the right thing to believe.

But is it?!

Isn’t that what those on the other side of the ‘fence’ are saying about my own?!

See they believe, just as I do with all my heart, that what they are fighting for is what is fundamentally right.

Phhhhhhheeeewwwwww.

Breathe.

Okay.

That might be one of the hardest things I have had to write. To actually admit that ‘they’ have every right and reason as I do, to fight for the things that they think will make a world a better place.

However, this has also allowed me to see the beauty of when I can actually see past my own anger.

To see where the challenge actually lies.

That we as a people need to take a step back, so we can see from another point of view, to then be able to take a step forward together.

That through our belief in others, we can in fact, strengthen are own beliefs in us: The people.

How?!

Lets start by walking in another’s shoes.

Christians. Maybe read a book about the virtues of a buddhist. I challenge you to see if you find a common ground, a common goal, a common belief of hope, love, peace, kindness, joy.

Or we can even go more extreme.

Trump. Why don’t you take off your suit, take away all your fame and security, and go live in the poorest part of the states. For one week go see what it is like to be a parent where you have to work two jobs and still can’t get ahead of the bills let alone food on the table.

Or for the people in Alabama who are trying to pass a BILL that allows their faith based adoption agency to not allow same sex couples to adopt a child. Why don’t you go and live in a home of two loving people. Two people that are not only committed to each other but to also raising a child that does not have a place to call home. Instead of judging them with the same book that says that your wife should … (plus 1 Timothy 2:11-14, 1 Corinthians 11:5 ESV)

1 Corinthians 14:34-35 ESV:
The women should keep silent in the churches. For they are not permitted to speak, but should be in submission, as the Law also says. If there is anything they desire to learn, let them ask their husbands at home. For it is shameful for a woman to speak in church.

My point is, why are we so quick to accept some things and yet not others?!?  Unless I am wrong and you not only uphold your beliefs on who has the right to help a child but also to all the women that go to your churches that they must sit silent and submissive to the men?!

As Justin Timberlake so graciously said:

“If you are black or you are brown or you are gay, or you are lesbian, or you are trans, or maybe you’re just a sissy singing boy from Tennessee – anyone who has treated you unkindly, it’s only because they are afraid or they have been taught to be afraid of how important you are.”

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I show you JT’s words because I was one them. One of them that were afraid of who I was and how important someone else could be. I was so afraid ,that I clung to words that I did not fully understand, and judged with them. I was so desperate to feel the love, grace, forgiveness, a fresh start, and joy that I never took the time to see from where ‘they’ were coming from.

I never took the time to fully grasp that. Even though I was being taught the Words of God, it was still interpreted from their lives. From where they grew up, from what they were taught, and from their experience.

I now understand why The Word sounds different in Malmo, Sweden thats it did in Champaign-Urbana, IL. Or how they sound different in Vancouver, Canada to Paris, France, and so on.

And instead of looking at in a hindering way I choose to look at it for what it is: the power of fellowship.

It is a very special thing to be able to find that strength, confidence, and safety away from ‘home.’ The reason why we all find different Churches that seem to speak just to us compared to another.  From the pastor, people, or overall community we are able to find ‘home’ in a way another person found it in the Church down the street.

But does that mean that Church down the street is less than the one we found?! Does it mean the words spoken there are less important than the words spoken here?!

Seems like a pretty easy answer right?!

(I speak about Churches because that is what I know. However, if you have another faith then please take out Church and insert the place that works best for you)

This is the beauty of faith.

Imagine the world if fear was not the reason to treat someone different.

Because the truth of the matter is that that IF you truly are a believer in whatever God, or whatever higher power, or in nothing, life should be about bringing everyone closer to them through love, respect, kindness, compassion, joy, and faith.

Learn. Live. Find. Search. Love. Enjoy. Fight. Encourage. Challenge.

The world is scary folks. It is a scary time but don’t lose hope.

Just because the one standing in front of you is spreading lies and hate, doesn’t mean the one standing behind you, to your left, or to the right are doing the same.

With love.

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