It’s Tuesday, the day of the week on which the greatest number of babies are born in the U.S. I hope you’re all having conservatives.

I want to let you in on a little secret. Evangelical Christianity has a conflicted relationship with one of humanity’s four basic emotions: anger. Christians can feel happy without too much trouble. We can feel sad without questioning it. Fear is perhaps the most difficult to control. But anger—anger is the one that seems to trip us up most often.

One the one hand, we feel angry when we’re offended in some way. Someone says something or does something that ticks us off, like a driver cutting us off in traffic. On the other hand, scripture is clear that we are not to sin in our anger (Ephesians 4:26), such as flashing said driver the digitus tertius. In fact, the Bible says that we are to get rid of our anger (Colossians 3:8) because “the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God” (James 1:20).

So when Christians find themselves experiencing that strong, natural emotion that the Bible says we should get rid of, the natural inclination is to deny or to hide that we’re angry. Admitting we’re angry opens us up to the accusation that we’re not being loving or kind or obedient—you know, not being like Jesus.

Hence the inner tension whenever we feel anger. But secretly we wonder: Can I be angry? Is it okay to be outraged? Can I express my frustration over some issue?

I bring this up because we’re living through an unprecedented moment in American history. We’ve just had a national presidential election and for the first time ever, the election is in doubt not because it was too close to call, but because it appears that the Democrats and their media enablers have engaged in a coordinated operation to engineer their preferred outcome: a fraudulent Biden administration.

And I’m angry about that.

I’m angry because I was raised to tell the truth, follow the rules and respect authority. I’m angry because as a conservative Christian, I value integrity and honesty and I expect my fellow Americans to do the same. I’m angry because we all need to honor the basic social contract we agreed to live under in this country as laid out by the Founding Fathers. I’m angry because what has been a model society inspiring millions of others the world over has been trashed by not foreign, but domestic enemies within the borders of our own nation.

I’m appalled that half the country now subscribes to “by any means necessary” and begins talking like Stalin has risen from the dead when the other half complains. He sort of has, because half of the country apparently hasn’t heard or doesn’t care what happens when you start making lists and forming Truth & Reconciliation commissions.

Most of all, I’m angry because that half is actively wrecking the country. Of course, that’s not how they see it. But from my perspective, I’m trapped in a cage with monkeys jumping up and down throwing poop at me and my family, many of my friends, and like-minded patriots.

Some Christians believe they should just sit there in their shit-spattered clothing and take it because WWJD. Other Christians are willing to speak up against the monkeys because they have the right to do so under the Constitution. Still other Christians are getting fed up with the shit-show and are ready to neutralize the threat the monkeys pose to their homeland.

So the question I’m wrestling with is how I allow my anger to express itself without allowing it to become sinful. The answer, I think, revolves around the issue of pride.

What I find most often is that when I get angry, it’s usually because my sense of pride has been dinged. Pride is the overweening concern I have for my own dignity or importance in the world. When my dignity or importance in the world is threatened, I react with fear or anger. If someone cuts me off in traffic, my immediate urge is to reassert my standing in the world by returning the favor accompanied with the appropriate hand gestures and harmony of horns. That’s “man’s anger.”

The anger I feel about the corrupted election, however, is not about my pride. Not directly, anyway. It’s about the danger that cultural Marxists pose to the one nation where men and women are free to worship God and to pursue what He created them to be. That nation is on a collision course with a future in which the ruling class will severely limit our liberties, direct everything from a centralized bureaucracy, create a third-world dystopia and crush anyone who resists.

The anger I feel is not about my pride; it’s about a lying, cheating, unprincipled crime syndicate gaining power and forcing the rest of us to submit to their new orthodoxy.

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