I think it’s important to pay attention to what makes you angry. In my experience, our calling is hiding somewhere in what makes us angry.
As Christian women, we sometimes feel afraid of our anger. We’ve been told for so long that nice girls don’t get angry until we swallow our passion whole. (I’m not talking about sinful and self-indulgent anger here, not at all. I think most of us know the difference, even if we will only admit it to the darkest corners of our most honest hearts.)
No, I’m talking about the real soul-centred anger, the one that rises up at injustice, at any violation against the humanity that our God loves and values. I’m talking about the way your heart races when you hear about sex trafficking at the Superbowl, when you hear about gang rape in India, or you see high fashion’s sexualization of violence against women. Maybe it was the moment you learned that impoverished young women in Kenya were enduring back-alley abortions because they didn’t have support to carry their baby to term. Maybe it was for the young woman in your church who is starving herself to meet an unattainable standard of thinness because she was bullied and abused. I’m talking about the small injustices and the big ones, the ones that make your anger rise up, and your pulse quicken, that makes you say, “this isn’t right!”