Kneaders

I have two tuxedo cats. ...but you probably know that. They are frequent fliers with us on this blog. One of them is Bootsie. Bootsie is a lover. He has an agenda when he schmoozes me. He wants to knead on me. When I shoo him off he yowls. Ten years ago he was the pick o' the litter at the Pet Lodge. He mewed at me. I liked that.  Now his obnoxious yowl sounds like an alley cat. I think Bootsie has deep emotional scars. He was probably snatched away from his mother too soon.

There are human kneaders. Some of them are Christians. They find another human to knead on. Some of us are sitting ducks because we look so, well, grandmotherly. These kneaders are like a gnat that buzzes around our heads,  burrowing into our nostrils, eyes and ears, almost driving us like a crazed sheep to bash our head against a tree and end it all.

With technology's devices there are many ways we are vulnerable to several kinds of kneaders. Some may respond to gentle correction and kindness. Others are schmoozers who flatter us, then react aggressively when disallowed to cross our boundaries. These people have an agenda. They want to use us for their own narcissistic gain.   They may never apologize for anything; therefore they remain unrepentant. For the rest of their lives they will behave like a jackass.  Stay out of their way if possible. As Yogi Berra said: "When you come to a fork in the road, take it!" ...sounds like Hebrews 12:1 & 2 to me.

If you need a chuckle about  "kneaders" go on U Tube and watch "What about Bob?" that hit the silver screen in 1991 with actors Richard Dreyfuss and Bill Murray.

Onward to the battle, my dear friends. We have the freedom to pick which one.

     A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD

A mighty fortress is our God;
A bulwark never failing.
Our helper, He against the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing. 
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great
And armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal. 

And though this world with devils filled
Should threaten to undo us. 
We will not fear, for God hath willed 
His Truth to triumph through us.
The prince of darkness grim
We tremble not for him.
His rage we can endure
For lo! his doom is sure.
One little word shall fell him. 

That "Word" is JESUS!

Love,  Jo