anger may visit us, but when it finds a residence, it’s “in the lap of fools” (Eccl. 7:9). Let that sink in. When anger lives, that’s where it lives: in the lap of a fool. Thinking we’re entitled to keep anger in our laps—whether toward the sin of a political figure, a news network, your dumb neighbor, your lying spouse, your deceased father, whomever—is perfectly natural, and perfectly foolish. Make no mistake. Foolishness destroys.
