Breaking in Anger
I don't know much about my family tree but I know my grandfather was a tough man who broke horses and had a team of about 40 Clydesdale horses which he used to haul logs. My Dad once drove a team right through a fence. It's not all that easy to manage a huge team of horses like that, but my grandfather was an expert horseman. He was also a strong man with a bad temper, not a good mix. Once, when the horse he'd ridden to town shied and was about to escape, he flew at it, grabbing it and accidentally broke it's neck. It fell dead in the main street of town. That poor horse really did end up being broken.
Sometimes throughout history God has had to break us in order to deal with our sin, not in anger but with true justice and love. We die to the old way of life in order to live for Christ.