This lengthy quote below is pulled from a post that has a more political focus…but I wanted to take this topic more into the personal realm.
“Do not look away.
There’s a level of anger far deeper and more consequential than expressed rage or visible behavior, it’s called Cold Anger.
Cold Anger does not need to go to violence. For those who carry it, no conversation is needed when we meet. You cannot poll or measure it specifically because most who carry it avoid discussion. And that decision has nothing whatsoever to do with any form of correctness.
Cold Anger absorbs betrayal silently, often prudently.
Cold Anger is not hatred, it is far more purposeful.
Cold Anger takes notice of the liars, even from a great distance – seemingly invisible to the mob. Cold Anger will still hold open the door for the riot goer. Mannerly.
Cold Anger evidenced is more severe because it is more strategic, and more purposeful…
Cold Anger does not gloat; it absorbs consistent vilification and ridicule as fuel. This sensibility does not want to exist, it is forced to exist in otherwise unwilling hosts – we also refuse to be destabilized by it…
We get it. We didn’t create that reality, we are simply responding to it.
Deliberate intent and prudence ensures we avoid failure. The course, is thoughtful vigilance; it’s a strategy devoid of emotion. The media can call us anything they want, it really doesn’t matter…. we’re far beyond that.
Cold Anger is not driven to act in spite of itself; it drives a reckoning…
Cold Anger perceives deception the way a long-term battered spouse absorbs the blow in the hours prior to the pre-planned exit; with purpose.
Do nothing and you lose. Go to the mattresses, and you might win. The choice is yours.
Right now, every day is Saint Crispins day.
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day…
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother…
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
The source of the above quote is:
I wanted to write about personal perspectives & the ongoing fight to champion the rights of my extremely complex special needs son, but at the moment I’m just too tired…
Suffice it to say that the Warrior’s Heart still beats within me & taking up my pen & my sword is still pending. I was just speaking of Righteous Anger tonight to my husband. It is hard to “let go” of righteous anger–are we even supposed to?
Years ago I worked in a Christian psychiatric facility & led/taught support/discussion groups using a co-worker’s developed materials. One insight gleaned from that time was a lesson on appropriate uses of anger. She wrote “Anger is a motivator to move one to action”. Elsewhere I read that “Depression is anger turned inward”. Although neither of these perspectives are scriptural per se they appear to travel a parallel path.
What am I to do with the Righteous Anger that still remains even a couple of years after apparent injustices? How do I channel this anger in a meaningful & worthwhile direction without losing myself in the storm? Can God use me via the anger to effect positive change that can benefit my son, my family, myself, the Body of Christ, &/or special needs families, &/or systems created to care for the special needs person/family?
These & many other questions are areas that I still need to commit to prayer, seeking the Lord’s wisdom & guidance & clear direction for how He would use me & the cauldron that is at work just below the black crust of the caldera…