Jul 262014
 

AngerTickingTimeBomb

Mom, that’s like what you always say, “Your words can build or your words can break.”

We live near Mt. St. Helens so when the boys became curious about volcanoes, we went on a road trip and began to explore. Then we came home and began to explore more but now it was from the pages of books and the internet.

The more we read, the more I kept seizing the opportunity to talk to the boys about the devastation that anger leaves behind. Like salt and pepper, anger and volcanoes just seem to go together.

I have witnessed abusive anger and it makes me think of volcanoes: they boil inside, the pressure builds, an eruption occurs, and you are left with the wreckage of havoc.

You are left feeling hit, hurt, bruised, broken, shaken, short of breath, and needing to get away from the source, a person who supposedly loves you.

The remarkable thing is, that with the anger eruption I witnessed, when he was done, he said, “I feel so much better now.”

I assure you he was the only one who felt better!

I lost a lot of respect for the man I saw erupt on my mom and sister that day. Nothing I did or said was able to stop the flow of fury so I sent my recently widowed mother and sister out of the room while he continued to say what he felt needed to be said.

This man acted and looked like a fool to me and I have never trusted or looked to him for wisdom since.

“A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control,”Proverbs 29:11.

“Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools,”Ecclesiastes 7:9.

In our studies of volcanoes we learned that here is a city in Ecuador that is completely surrounded by volcanoes. One is 18,000 feet and scientists believe it used to be 28,000 feet. They say the mountain’s eruption wasn’t very long, but the damage is still evident today.

What was broken is still broken.

Anger’s like that.

The burning hot lava of fury often comes from a lot of things: wounds, disappointments and perceived injustices.

I’ve found you have just two choices with life’s bad stuff. You can let it go or you’ll let it grow.

Bitterness, grudges, unforgiveness, and discontentment; they don’t stay the same size. They grow into uncontrollable infernos.

“But now you must rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips,” Colossians 3:8.

That’s why we need to recognize the danger or allowing these to reside inside of you. If you don’t deal with them when they’re small, you may erupt one day.

God says it like this,

“Do not let the sun go down while you’re angry.”

Deal with it while it’s small and manageable. Talk it through. Pray. Forgive, if necessary. Get some distance for a better perspective. But don’t just stuff it away. Because it builds until it explodes.

Anger is a ticking time bomb with consequences we could never imagine.

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