Politics, vaccines, the pandemic, religion, culture wars—we hear a lot of talk about how divided we are, even downright angry. Sometimes the wrong people in our lives become scapegoats of anger that has nothing to do with them. It seems like these last two years of pandemic life have the whole country pent-up with anger in need of release. Normalcy fell apart, and anger has become part of the complexity and perplexity of how we respond. Is there always a “right” and “wrong”? A “strong” and “weak”? Or can we make room for the subtleties of grace, love, suffering, mystery and God without dualistic thinking that pits us against each other? Have we learned any positive lessons from our experiences with anger? What is the role of the faith community in navigating through this fraught emotional place and rebuilding connections?