Everybody seems angry. Outbreaks of outrage, triggers of tempers, and blowouts of ballistic behavior are an everyday experience. It’s not just traffic; it’s Twitter. It’s not just gridlock, it’s glibness. It’s not only I’ll-tempered meanness; it’s sub-conscious micro-aggressions.
People seem more sure of themselves, and yet they’re cynical about everything. They post selfies as if people paid for them, but they’re self confidence is betrayed by the huge uptick in antidepressants. So everyone’s angry.
There are plenty of reasons for anger. But sanctimony is like a glamour selfie; it’s a false sense of moral superiority. It’s empty, shallow, heartless anger toward anyone and everyone to get attention.
Better to be angry over sin; better to have anxiety for the survival of people you really know and care about, people under a real life-and-death threat. Better to burn for what God cares about than waste away on self-righteous slop and nervous narcissism.
“And that’s not the half of it, when you throw in the daily pressures and anxieties of all the churches. When someone gets to the end of his rope, I feel the desperation in my bones. When someone is duped into sin, an angry fire burns in my gut.”
2 Corinthians 11:28-29 MSG