One time, in my seminary class, we all had to give an object lesson to the class. One girl said she needed a volunteer, so I volunteered. She had a box, and a knife, and said, think of something or someone that made you very angry, and take out your frustrations on this box. Just hack it away. So I thought of a girl that I got in an argument with that morning and how angry I was about the argument. I didn't pretend that it was her head I was hitting with the knife, I only thought I was getting rid of the frusteration still in me. Does that make sense? Anyways, when I was done, she said, ok, now open the box and look inside the lid. As I did so, I saw the cut up face of Christ. She then told the class, every time we get angry at someone we not only hurt them, but we are tearing Christ up inside as well. Did I ever feel low. But it taught me a lesson not to get so angry and take things out on people.