My anger is ineffectual. I don’t know who or what to be angry with, I couldn’t prevent what happened, and I can’t undo what happened. It’s Sunday, and I’m contemplating God’s anger. He does know who or what to be angry with, and his anger is so powerful that it can shake the foundations of the world. Here’s the classic poem on God’s anger:
Then the earth reeled and rocked; the foundations also of the mountains trembled and quaked, because he was angry.
Smoke went up from his nostrils, and devouring fire from his mouth; glowing coals flamed forth from him.
He bowed the heavens and came down; thick darkness was under his feet.
He rode on a cherub and flew; he came swiftly on the wings of the wind.
He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him, thick clouds dark with water.
Out of the brightness before him hailstones and coals of fire broke through his clouds.
The Lord also thundered in the heavens, and the Most High uttered his voice, hailstones and coals of fire.
And he sent out his arrows and scattered them; he flashed forth lightnings and routed them.
Then the channels of the sea were seen, and the foundations of the world were laid bare at your rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of your nostrils. (Psalm 18:7-15)
I suppose that means that he could have prevented what happened . . and that’s another question. For the time being, I’m going to remember that he did rescue me (I’m here!) and that he knows how to be angry. Lord, teach me how to be angry! Teach me to share your anger, and to share your even greater love and mercy!