Canyon of Anger
Max Lucado
I wonder what formed the Grand Canyon? Maybe a few drips here and there. Slowly more and more water built up. Then thunderstorms and lightning. Angry expressions from the sky spilling out in the raging river of the Colorado. A once innocent stream now full of power and purpose. As the years go by, the crevasse is dug.
Our anger builds like the Colorado. Slowly, small things drip, drip, drip down, annoying, irritating, finally enraging. That was mine! Drip. Get out of my way! Drip. Don’t tell me what to do! Drip. The pressure and the buildup unleashing a frenzy of anger, pouring out in our words, sweeping away our loved ones, our homes, and our peace.
Don’t wait until you have a gushing fire hydrant. Go after the small drips. Address every little irritant with forgiveness and prayer. Do it before your anger digs a canyon in your life.
