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In Honor of Rev. Dr. Martin L. King, Jr.

Today in one of the group sessions we discussed the emotion anger. Anger can be the emotional catalyst used to create change in a world that thrives off of pain. The Bible says be angry and sin not. (Ephesians 4:6) In celebration of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's birthday, I am reminded of his anger that pricked and provoked the waves of injustice to cease against people of color and other minorities. His anger was driven out of his strength to love drawing all walks of life to accountability of those being mistreated, disenfranchised, out on the margins and overlooked to draw nearer on the side of equality and social justice. 

Anger when appropriated responsively, is motivated by the love of God towards us and the love we ought to have for and toward one another. Its a love language, an inner strength that encapsulates and can be demonstrated if we are willing to be the change our youth needs to see, our coworkers, colleagues and in essence, our neighbors can witness serving a greater good, a greater agenda and greater purpose outside of ourselves. I believe it mirrors the Beloved Community that Dr. King wrote about in his book.  

"The end is reconciliation; the end is redemption; the end is the creation of the Beloved Community. It is this type of spirit and this type of love that can transform opponents into friends. It is this type of understanding goodwill that will transform the deep gloom of the old age into the exuberant gladness of the new age. It is this love which will bring about miracles in the hearts of men." 

Beloved be angry beloved but do not beget violence and destruction but build...build and gather because we already have enough who are willing to scatter. Be angry as well as having the ability to articulate the ills and pains our most impoverished communities and populations are suffering from. Be angry, and sin not! And if you so happen to get angry and sin, humbly admit your fault and be willing to go at it again! 

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