I was feeling upset and, honestly, feed-up this morning, so I wrote the previous post. After I was done, it was time to leave for class. Once I had parked my car, I jumped on the shuttle to find that one of my shuttle-bus-driver buddies, Mr. Gerald, was driving. As soon as I stepped up the stairs of the shuttle, he greeted me with his usual, “Hey there, Miss Sarah!” Without even thinking about it, I replied, “Mr. Gerry! It’s so good to see you!” as if I hadn’t have even been steaming like an angry teapot just minutes earlier. In my head, I said, “I still have a holy rage within me! So, grrrr……” This thought lasted about as long as it took me to say “grrr” because then, I realized just how silly I was being.
There is no doubt in my mind that God gave me that rage. After all, think about Jesus when he cleared out the temple in John 2: 13-17. God revealed to me the way that sin has defiled His creation–what is supposed to be His temple–and so I felt rage against sin.
There’s a difference, though, between the rage Jesus had when He was cleansing the temple and the rage that I felt this morning: Jesus’ rage had the purpose of cleansing the temple. My rage, though, only made my face fluster. I wasn’t using that Holy rage to cleanse a temple. Instead, I was obscuring my very own temple; the body and soul that God created me to be (1 Corinthians 6:19-20.)
God gives us all a Holy Rage. The rage itself is good and necessary–it is a sign that we are truly convicted about the depravity of sin–but it is how we use that rage that matters.
This morning, I learned another valuable lesson. I learned that having a Holy Rage inside of you does not mean being hateful of something else. Instead, having a Holy Rage should make you passionate. First: passionate to see your own sinful nature and need for Jesus to cleanse you as His temple. Second: passionate and filled with a sense of urgency to glorify God by being light to the world (Matthew 5:14).