I Don't Like This Anger

Both of my Grandmothers were human beings above reproach. You could look at them and see God. You could look at them and see a way to be saved. You could be around them and know that angels are real and that love is indeed the greatest rule of all. These wonderful women are why I love America. They were Americans through and through and they were, and still are, loved by many more Americans. Since they have found rest, I have found myself losing more and more of my American identity. I read my blogs back to myself and I see such anger, and dread, and foul mouthedness, and all sorts of wicked stuff and because of my Grannies, I don't like what I see. They did not live angry lives, they loved, simple as that. The problem is, the America that is visible today is an America that would make both my Grannies want to puke. They never cared about being rich, and under no circumstance would either one of them ever have allowed themselves to become rich. That is what this whole place is about, wealth, prestige, acclaim, fame, and did I mention wealth? If all the rich people in this country had hearts and souls like my Grannies, there would be no homelessness. There would be no poverty. There would always be an education for everyone. What rich folks hold in their hands are the keys to the Kingdom and they heartlessly let it waste away. It makes me very angry and I don't like it, but it is so wrong that if I weren't angry I wouldn't be remembering what wonderful people my Grannies were and what they stood for.