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Anger

A boy once asked, ¡§Dad, how do wars begin?¡¨

¡§Well, take the First World War,¡¨ said his father. ¡§That got started when Germany invaded Belgium.¡¨

Immediately his wife interrupted him: ¡§Tell the boy the truth. It began because somebody was murdered.¡¨ The husband drew himself up with an air of superiority and snapped back, ¡§Are you answering the question, or am I?¡¨ Turning her back upon him in huff, the wife walked out of the room and slammed the door as hard as she could.

When the dishes stopped rattling in the cupboard, and uneasy silence followed, broken at length by the son when he said, ¡§Daddy, you don¡¦t have to tell me any more; I know now!¡¨

 

Anger, Effect of

¡§When I repress my emotions, my stomach keeps score.¡¨ ―― John Powell

 

Anger, Effect of

Of the seven deadly sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back; in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you. ―― Frederick Buechner

 

Anger, Effect of

Anger is often more harmful than the injury that caused it. The story is told of the time when Leonardo da Vinci was working on his painting ¡§The Last Supper¡¨ and became angry with a certain man. Losing his temper, he lashed the other fellow with bitter words. Returning to his canvas, Leonardo attempted to work on the face of Jesus but was so upset he could not compose himself for the painstaking work. Finally he put down his tools and sought out the subject of his wrath and asked his forgiveness. The man accepted his apology and Leonardo was able to return to his workshop and finish painting the face of Jesus.

 

Anger, Righteous

A man that does not know how to be angry does not know how to be good. A man that does not know how to be shaken to his heart¡¦s core with indignation over things evil is either a fungus or a wicked man. ―― H.W. Beecher

 

Anger, Uncontrolled

Alexander the Great was one of the few men in history who seemed to deserve his descriptive title. He was energetic, versatile, and intelligent. Although hatred was not generally part of his nature, several times in his life he was tragically defeated by anger. The story is told of one of these occasions, when a dear friend of Alexander, a general in his army, became intoxicated and began to ridicule the emperor in front of his men. Blinded by anger and quick as lightning, Alexander snatched a spear from the hand of a soldier and hurled it at his friend. Although he had only intended to scare the drunken general, his aim was true and the spear took the life of his childhood friend.

Deep remorse followed his anger. Overcome with guilt, Alexander attempted to take his own life with the same spear, but he was stopped by his men. For days he lay sick, calling for his friend and chiding himself as a murderer.

Alexander the Great conquered many cities and vanquished many countries, but he had filed miserably to control his own spirit.

 

Anger Without Sin

Anyone can become angry. That is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, and in the right way¡Xthat is not easy.