These emotions, which teeter back and forth between a soft, seething anger and a raw, molten rage position me well outside the cultural mores of my polite Protestant Church. We get concerned, but we don’t rage. We feel awful over things, but we don’t pull out our hair and rend our garments. Or if we do — heaven forbid, if we do — we seek a quick recovery. We compartmentalize our emotional reaction to the horrors of this world in order to get back to whatever feels ordinary.