Someone took the liberty of subscribing me to an email chain written by maybe the angriest man on the face of the earth. I read his email and imagine he likes punching small puppies in his spare time.
He’s a Christian. I know I am the only person ever to encounter an angry Christian.
Truth is, I’m somewhat if a jerk sometimes too. So how come people who are all about love can sometimes seem so angry?
The other day at work one of my co-workers was waiting for her husband to finish a meeting so they could eat together. He was 12 minutes late. I spent that 12 minutes telling her a list of ways I would respond to his tardiness.
- Eat without him
- Storm into his meeting flipping over tables
- Order two plate of food. When he arrives throw it on the ground and say “I bet it will take more than 12 minutes to clean that up!”
- Take their only car home and leave him at work. Turn your phone off and when he comes home say, “sorry to keep you waiting.”
- When he arrives, punch him in the face
Yes. I am kind of a jerk
As I left our conversation I was reminded the great theologian Father Cavenaugh, the priest from the movie Rudy, said, “Son, in thirty-five years of religious study, I’ve come up with only two hard, incontrovertible facts; there is a God, and, I’m not Him.”
I am grateful for that fact. As much as sometimes I wish I had answers for things or control of things. I also know that I can be selfish, arrogant, self-serving, and angry.
I’m grateful there is a God, and I am grateful I am not Him.
