I think one of the reasons that our love will grow cold as time moves on is because our sinful anger will grow hotter, IF, we, I, do not resolve to fight the cause of our anger: Distrust of God in the face of growing injustice. I want to make a few posts on this subject over the next couple weeks so stay tuned. But for today, I grabbed this from a post on Justin Taylor’s blog for our mutual benefit:

Frederick Buechner:

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, Wishful Thinking: A Theological ABC (New York: Harper & Row, 1973), 2.