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Topic: Rage (violent, uncontrolled hatred and anger) (02/05/15)
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By Sherry Hoffcastel
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I thought I was making progress until her doctor appointment turned out to be a waste of time. I could almost hear the steam erupting from her ears as she listened to the voice on the phone. “Sorry, we are no longer accepting new patients. Surely somebody informed you of this last week?” She called her husband expecting sympathy but to my delight all she got was an adrenaline laced argument that ended in my favor. “I hate you” are the most damning words a person can choose to utter in anger. I added another tally mark to my score-sheet. Then it went all wrong when the man came home. She had the nerve to apologize first! I thought for sure we were about to get reacquainted by then. Since that plan failed miserably I came up with a new one and I am giddy with excitement! She has not fallen yet but I have no doubt that she will. It takes a strong person to withstand the everyday stresses of life while simultaneously trying to buy a house. The missing driver’s license and two flat tires were a charming touch as well. Admittedly, I gain a sense of deep satisfaction when I watch her raise her voice to that brat kid of hers. She must have said a hundred times, “I am running out of ways to punish you!” Even I am getting sick of hearing that rebuke. I can smell the victory like the sulfur I came from. Any minute now she will crack and I will be the one she runs to instead of that annoying lunatic.
I confess that the wait is incensing! Sooner or later she must realize that the lunatic is not going to help her the way I can. Only I can give her the power to take immediate action and find a permanent solution to her problems. My way is gratifying and energizing. My strength can slice her offenders to ribbons with just a few words. Only I can do irreparable damage to everything that causes her pain. I lurk around every bad choice and every careless word, spoken aloud or thought in secret. I sneak into her dreams, masquerading myself like a rushing tornado. My fury spreads like gangrene to every unguarded corner of her being. Nothing is safe from my overwhelming power to destroy. I fasten myself to her lips, her heart, and her hands until she lies weeping on the floor in tortured agony. I feed on her impulses, drawing power and strength from the self-control she leaves behind in a tattered heap on the floor. I thrive on her ability to run away from the lunatic. Herein is my problem.
The lunatic she calls Jesus is everywhere. She runs to him at the height of my pursuit and he answers with the stillness of a whisper. He brings her peace and a sense of calm but if I time it right I can snuff out his voice. All it takes is one moment of weakness. Weakness gives way to the perfect opportunity for distraction. Life is full of problems and his promises are meaningless if she falters in her trust. If I can pull her away from him long enough, I win by default. You see my problem then. My chances of victory are diminishing a little more every day. Every minute spent in communion with Jesus causes me to falter and fade. I am every malevolent, murderous thought ever formed. I am Rage. I am weakening. With one word spoken from the mouth of Jesus I am extinguished…
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