wrath

My rage is derived from eyes so sharp they see through the idiocy being passed off as sophistication. Under the cloak of universal themes and terms such as freedom, change, and acceptance, madness ensues, being readily welcomed by those whose mind's eye questions nothing.

The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale, but you're made to believe the spell can never be broken.

I did not have all the answers. I did not know if I__ deserved God__ grace or wrath, or what would become of me if I ever fled this town.But I did know how to shoot a gun. - Skylla Warden

Anesthesia was discovered. Do you know what it means to relieve man of his pain and suffering? Anesthesia is the most humane of all of man's accomplishments, and what a merciful accomplishment it was. For this great discovery we are indebted to Dr. W. T. G. Morton.Do you know that the religionists opposed the use of anesthesia on the ground that God sent pain as a punishment for sin, and it was considered the greatest of sacrileges to use it__ust think of it, a sin to relieve man of his misery! What a monstrous perversion! This one instance alone should convince you of the difference in believing in God or not.No believer in God would have spent his energies to discover anesthesia. He would have been in mortal fear of the wrath of his God for interfering with his 'divine plan,' of making man suffer for having eaten of the fruit of the 'Tree of Knowledge.'The very crux of the matter is in this one instance. Man seeks to relieve his fellow man from the suffering of disease and the pangs of mental agony. The believers in God are content that man's suffering is ordained, and therefore he accepts life and its trials and tribulations as a penance for living.The fear of the wrath of God has been a stumbling block to progress.

Mankind, in all his lusts, punishes himself. The gods have to do very little.

You have to understand that only the very worst end up here: the ones whose anger made them kill, and who felt no sorrow or guilt after the act; those so obsessed with themselves that they turned their backs on the sufferings of others, and left them in pain; those whose greed meant that others starved and died. Such souls belong here, because they would find no peace elsewhere. In this place, they are understood. In this place, their faults have meaning. In this place, they belong.

Strong anger can only make you weaker than you already are

But that's not how God views the cross, Jake. His wrath wasn't an expression of the punishment sin deserves; it was the antidote for sin and shame. The purpose of the cross, as Paul wrote of it, was for God to make his Son to become sin itself so that he could condemn sin in the likeness of human flesh and purge it from the race. His plan was not just to provide a way to forgive sin, but to destroy it so that we might live free.

You know,_ he said, __his is why I love you so much.__er tone was heartbreakingly warm. __hat do you mean?__ou don__ ask me to go inside because it__ cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand.

As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog__ big head and stroking the soft fur_playing with an ear_dipping down and _ding the long waves that _wed from the animal__ broad, strong chest.Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course.It just felt nice, was all.

A person's true character lies somewhere until after you might have pressed the wrong button without knowing, then you'll realize that there are dogs in human form.

My belief is that, morally, God and Satan are vaguely on the same page. According to the common understanding of Satan's origins, holiness must be in his blood: but a corrupted formula. The vital difference is that God is willing to offer grace for our sins; he delights in grace. God is the one and only holy and just punisher of sin, yes, but that is partly so because punishment for the sake of punishment is not something he loves. Whereas Satan, as the accuser, and as it is written, actually seeks God's permission to punish; he, being a seasoned legalist, delights in finding wrongs and will defy his own morality just to expose immorality. This is why both the anti-religious soul and the violently religious soul are, whether consciously or unconsciously, and sadly enough, glorifying their biggest hater: Satan is not only a lawless lover of punishing lawlessness, but also the greatest theologian of us all. He loves wickedness, but only because he loves punishing wickedness.

We tend to be taken aback by the thought that God could be angry. how can a deity who is perfect and loving ever be angry?...We take pride in our tolerance of the excesses of others. So what is God's problem?... But love detests what destroys the beloved. Real love stands against the deception, the lie, the sin that destroys. Nearly a century ago the theologian E.H. Glifford wrote: 'Human love here offers a true analogy: the more a father loves his son, the more he hates in him the drunkard, the liar, the traitor.'... Anger isn't the opposite of love. Hate is, and the final form of hate is indifference... How can a good God forgive bad people without compromising himself? Does he just play fast and loose with the facts? 'Oh, never mind...boys will be boys'. Try telling that to a survivor of the Cambodian 'killing fields' or to someone who lost an entire family in the Holocaust. No. To be truly good one has to be outraged by evil and implacably hostile to injustice.

People debate over whether or not there is a literal Hell, in the literal sense often described as fire and eternal torture, which, to many, seems to be too harsh a punishment. If men really want to fear something, they should be fearing separation from God, the supposedly more comforting alternative to a literal Hell. For separation from the authorship of love, mercy, and goodness is the ultimate torture. If you think a literal Hell sounds too bad, you are very much underestimating the pain of being absolutely, wholly separated from the goodness while exposed to the reality of the holiness of God.

You want to show me your wrath? You want to hurt me, so show me. We can take this to the bedroom if you like__he bed might be reduced to kindling, but I__ willing to take that chance. Now fight me,_ he growled aloud, his obsidian eyes narrowing to angry slits. __how me what you are becoming.

and the castle in which she dwelt was a prison to her; and sometimes sudden fits of gusty passion would overtake her, for weariness grew to hate, and hate to wrath,"The Serpent's Head

Abruptly, the sea of people parted . . . and then there they were. Bella, with Nalla in her arms, Z standing beside his girls. Beth broke down all over again as the female came forward. God, it was impossible not to remember how Nalla had started this, putting into motion the need that had become undeniable. Bella was tearing up, too, as she stopped. __e just want to say yay!_ At that moment, Nalla reached out to Beth, a gummy smile on her face, pure joy radiating out. No turning that down, nope, not at all. Beth took the little girl out of her mother__ arms and positioned her on her chest, capturing one of the pinwheeling hands and giving kisses, kisses, kisses. __ou ready to be a big . . ._ Beth glanced at Z and then her husband. _. . . a big sister?_ Yes, Beth thought. Because that__ what the Brotherhood and their families were. Close as siblings, tighter than blood because they were chosen. __es, she is,_ Bella said as she wiped under her eyes and looked back at Z. __he is so ready._ __y brother._ Z shoved out his palm, his scarred face in a half smile, his yellow eyes warm. __ongratulations._ Instead of shaking anything, Wrath shoved that ultrasound picture into his Brother__ face. __o you see him? See my son? He__ big, right, Beth?_ She kissed Nalla__ supersoft hair. __es._ __ig and healthy, right?_ Beth laughed some more. __ig and healthy. Absolutely perfect._ __erfect!_ Wrath bellowed. __nd this is a doctor saying it__ mean, she went to medical school._ Even Z started laughing at that point. Beth gave Nalla back to her parents. __nd Dr. Sam told me she__ delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career__ __ee!_ Wrath yelled. __he knows these things. My son is perfect! Where__ the champagne? Fritz! Get the fucking champagne!

The woe of wrath comes to whoever does wicked acts.