In response to the dog’s mess this morning I roared with anger. I was mad at myself and my anger came out directed toward my wife. Wrath feeds wrath. The uncomfortable silences, the distance, the awkwardness that follow an injustice irrationally placed upon another stokes the fires within the angry person as that person becomes more incensed at himself for having slipped in the first place.
Five more sins to go. I think I’ve got Lust covered.