Anger was blinding me. I could feel its hardness and constriction in my throat, gut, and heart. What then could I do? The wisdom of the desert tradition urges one to wait when they feel anger arise. "The antidote to anger is patience. To be silent and wait till the heart is stilled and the right action is prompted by the Holy Spirit is the way out of the affliction of anger."

Monday morning, I woke up with an inner whisper – God with us. I turned to the whisper.