Unspeakable Peace

A lady once came to Billy Sunday and tried to rationalize her angry outbursts. “There’s nothing wrong with losing my temper,” she said. “I blow up, and then it’s all over.” “So does a shotgun,” Sunday replied, “and look at the damage it leaves behind!” Getting angry can sometimes be like leaping into a wonderfully responsive sports car, gunning the motor, taking off at high speed and then discovering the brakes are out of order. That’s how the scribes must have felt after Jesus had finished telling the parable of the vinedressers and the vineyard. They were so angry they couldn’t listen to the truth of his words.