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lenten journal: anger management

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

24 Feb 2021 — 1 min read

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“. . . and I was persuaded, and remain confirmed, that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God.” --William Blake

anger management

when it comes to indignation I’ve mostly seen the righteous kind --moral outrage--then today I heard a new phrase, at least to me, though Blake said it long ago . . .

honest indignation

and I realized that honest and righteous are not always synonyms neither are outrage and heartbreak we are better than this is not the same as I am better than you

outrage, moral or otherwise, has to be a way station not a permanent address anger that offers alternatives on beyond judgment

the arc of the moral universe bends like a rainbow refracting anger into the colors of compassion so many tables need to be turned and then reset for dinner

(This poem found its inspiration in this opinion piece by Alan Bean at Baptist News Global.

Peace,
Milton

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