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And again the anger of the Lord was kindled against Israel, and he moved David against them to say, Go, number Israel.

Rev. Dr. Karen Adrien Osbey Atkins, PhD And again the anger of the Lord was kindled against Israel, and he moved David against them to say, Go, number Israel.

Go and say unto David, Thus saith the Lord, I offer thee three things; choose thee one of them.

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And David's heart smote him after that he had numbered the people. And David said unto the Lord, I have sinned greatly in that I have done: and now, I beseech thee, O Lord, take away the iniquity of thy servant; for I have done very foolishly. For when David was up in the morning, the word of the Lord came unto the prophet Gad, David's seer, saying, Go and say unto David, Thus saith the Lord, I offer thee three things; choose thee one of them, that I may do it unto thee. So Gad came to David, and told him, and said unto him, Shall seven years of famine come unto thee in thy land? or wilt thou flee three months before thine enemies, while they pursue thee? or that there be three days' pestilence in thy land? now advise, and see what answer I shall return to him that sent me. And David said unto Gad, I am in a great strait: let us fall now into the hand of the Lord; for his mercies are great: and let me not fall into the hand of man. So the Lord sent a pestilence upon Israel from the morning even to the time appointed: and there died of the people from Dan even to Beersheba seventy thousand men. And when the angel stretched out his hand upon Jerusalem to destroy it, the Lord repented him of the evil, and said to the angel that destroyed the people, It is enough: stay now thine hand. And the angel of the Lord was by the threshingplace of Araunah the Jebusite. And David spake unto the Lord when he saw the angel that smote the people, and said, Lo, I have sinned, and I have done wickedly: but these sheep, what have they done? let thine hand, I pray thee, be against me, and against my father's house. And Gad came that day to David, and said unto him, Go up, rear an altar unto the Lord in the threshingfloor of Araunah the Jebusite. And David, according to the saying of Gad, went up as the Lord commanded. And Araunah looked, and saw the king and his servants coming on toward him: and Araunah went out, and bowed himself before the king on his face upon the ground. And Araunah said, Wherefore is my lord the king come to his servant? And David said, To buy the threshingfloor of thee, to build an altar unto the Lord, that the plague may be stayed from the people. [more]

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Jen Appell The Fire Inside

Poetry
English
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494
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Anger will be our downfall.

Keywords: fire, poetry, anger

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Isioma Jemimah Okonicha Macabre

He that forgives is greater

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Ages 16 and up
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I remembered the scene that’d played out the previous night, with Sister Susan, the chubby youth secretary of another church, who'd accused me of eating the remaining portion of beans they'd reserved, since we’d camped together, and had food prepared by some selected executives which I wasn’t part of. "What kind of woman is she? I leave her to God.” I said tearfully, as I thought, as if I was speaking to another person. She was so convincing, that everyone had believed her claim, as she accused me falsely: “I saw you go through the back, towards the kitchen, but I didn’t expect that from you." she repeated loudly. My experience at the camp, with Sister Susan, the same woman that I’d helped to carry her bag, on the day we arrived at the camp. “Can I forget?” I asked myself, “no.” But I’ve forgiven her. We’re humans after all, and most importantly am a Christian; the same word Brother Thomas, the only friend I made at the camp, had told me, after the disgrace I faced. “To err is human and to forgive is divine.” I reminded myself, as I rushed to struggle with the crowd, to board the train that'd already arrived. I looked up at the setting sun, as I walked towards the main road, to board a taxi, that would take me home, after I'd closed from work. I remembered the strange dream that I heard, the previous night, with an old man in the dream, asking me to look up at the sky, to tell if I saw anything. Before I’d woken up in sweats. “What was the meaning of that dream?” I wondered. "The sky was nothing sort of clear, when I'd peeped through my window, at that odd hour of the night. Instead, I saw a cloud that was all blurred and dark, and with little stars, shining back at me. Why did he ask me to look at the sky, when he knew that I was going to see nothing? What was the meaning of that dream?” I worried because I never have ordinary dreams; they always have their unique meanings, I knew it was a dream I shouldn’t take for granted, but I didn’t have the slightest idea what it meant. I couldn’t even pray for long hours, like I did before, or even read the bible verses; I’d grown deeply moody, I hardly spoke, and even when I did, it sounded rude. I knew it was time to speak to someone about it, but I was reluctant; that was the lie I told myself. I knew deep within me, that I was enjoying the melancholy moment. I thought of telling Pastor Timothy; my parish pastor, and close friend, he was like a brother to me because my older sister, Aunt Rukky, was married to his cousin, but I still couldn’t tell him I felt angry, or maybe I didn’t want to look unspiritual to him. ”Uncle Dele good evening,” a middle aged woman, horned and greeted, from a red car, that she drove as she parked beside me, as I stood by the main road. She was a neighbor from the next compound, so I knew her quite well. “Don’t worry, I will take the bus.” I quickly said, passing and ignoring her, as I hopped into a bus that’d just parked in front of her car, leaving the woman obviously disappointed. “I’ve been noticing your mood, you hardly call me these days, is everything okay?” My fiancée asked me, as we spoke on the phone, immediately I returned home. “Yes everything is fine; my mother is disappointed, that she wouldn’t get to meet you again.” I changed the subject. [more]

Keywords: Forgiveness, Anger

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Peter Jalesh , Boris Musteata LIFE AS FAIR GAME

Self help psychology book

Psychology
English
73207 Words
No Age Recommendation
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Techniques used to cope with anger, anxiety, and depression and be well How to handle aggression and tackle lies, slander, gossip, rumors and win Self-help practice techniques to attain freedom from resentment, hostility and rejection The 4 moral rules used to approach aggression – reason, honesty, kindness, love – and the 4 action rules to fight it– will, courage, purpose, patience Self-help practice techniques to overcome embarrassment, shame, inadequacy, social intimidation, fear, desperation and anxiety: expectations and perspectives [more]

Keywords: Techniques used to cope with anger, anxiety, and depression and be well

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Alyce Queensbury All about those sex offenders

Education
English
586 Words
Ages 18 and up
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This is my collection of short stories dedicated to sex offenders as well as survivors of sexual assault . I by no means want to make fun of sexual assault itself - I experienced it myself multiple times and I found myself asking myself odd questions , that I wrote down in the collection . We are meant to fear them but what if I tell you that despite their actions , you can defeat them and yes , even make fun of them , ruin them by not taking them seriously You can definitely come out of sexual assault alive . You may experience vulnerability followed by anger , even rage . I am here to tell you that you are allowed to feel these emotions ! Be angry at whoever's violated you in that way . I am so mad at them that I drag them to hell and back with some of my satireistic short stories . One of the short stories is dedicated to potential sexual assault victims and it is meant to guide you safely out of that situation using my advice. [more]

Keywords: Rage, Sexual assault, Advice, Hero, Vulnerability, Survivors, Sex offenders, I have questions, Anger

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