Chaos is always a bad thing.
I've heard amazing athletes talk about their success via the ability to slow everything down, alleviate the chaos, so they can make rational decisions inside the mess.
Great army generals have the ability to step out of the sheer madness that is battle and understand tactics and strategy when everybody else is just trying to stay alive.
I hate chaos probably the same as everybody else, but I hate it so personally it feels like it's just me and it. I think when you've dealt with poverty it makes your hatred of chaos worse because there is nothing more out of control than the life poverty foists upon you. Violence and chaos often go hand in hand just like violence and poverty.
We lose a little bit of our humanity when there is chaos. We call it animal instinct or mob mentality or just reacting but we never call it human.
When we think about emotions there is always a foil for any emotion, two sides of a coin. Many people believe the opposite of happiness is sadness, but its not. The next time you lose somebody close to you go to an amusement park and see if you feel better. No the opposite of happiness is boredom, that's why strapping yourself into a fake car crash called a roller coaster makes you happy, it cures the boredom. The opposite of sadness is stability. You lose somebody and you need to be near somebody you know and love, you need to feel safe and in control.
Chaos breads fear and sadness.
God uses chaos all the time and when spent some time with us a person he was totally untouched emotionally and physically by chaos.
Once there was a storm so bad that everybody on a ship thought they were going to die, Jesus just napped.
Once there was a mob that wanted to kill Jesus and so he just walked through their thronging midst and left.
Once there was a guy who ran around screaming and cutting himself and hurting anybody near him, Jesus just sat down with him and they had a conversation.
An army general was once leaning on God's advice on how to win a battle where he had thirty thousand troops but was facing an army of a hundred and fifty thousand. God told him to send everybody home but three hundred soldiers. Then in the middle of the night those three hundred solders took torches and covered them with jars to hide the light. The spread out late one night around the enemy camp. In unison they all uncovered their torches and smashed the jars on rocks. The enemy had five thousand troops for each of the one soldiers fighting against them, but in the chaos they all resorted to their instincts and turned and killed the person closest to them. The entire enemy routed itself.
God uses chaos.
Out of the darkness comes light, out of the sound comes silence, out of death comes life.