Hand Held

Invisible.

Yet.

Out in the open.

Hidden.

Like

A heart on a sleeve.

Gone.

But not forgotten.

Bent.

But not broken.

Tested.

Beyond measure.

Fallen.

Cannot get up.

Tripped over.

Didn’t see it coming.

Skipped over.

Time and again.

Whispers.

To a scream.

Nightmare.

Instead of a dream.

Ridiculed.

By those who knew better.

Recipient.

Time and again.

Running around.

In circles.

Boxed in.

Boxed out.

Checked in.

Checked out.

Intimidation

Silences again.

Barriers to communication come at us with our own hands and the hands of one another. Barriers come from behind when the final goal is the detrimental determinant of mass destruction.

How we function on a daily basis with all the distraction is beyond belief. The message framed in such a manner that we cannot understand it.

The squeaky wheel gets the oil.

The loud and loudest do too.

Position. Is always easy to see. (dk). This barrier is one of the most prevalent. We are less likely to communicate effectively with people we report to because we are worried. About our life. How we may be perceived. Mom. Dad. Boss. Bully.

So.

We shut up.

We shut down.

We are shut out.

Of the mix.

It helps, if clarity deep with us is within our own grasp. Our handheld grasp. Some spend a life pushing away the flashbacks and reminders of that which they could not handle.

Unable to “spit it out.” Until the pent up spew avalanches out in words of gestured meanings. Leaving another to clean up the mess. Figure it out.

We may seek a position only to find it to be an empty and deafening blow to the masses of self destructive destruction.

Just to make a point.

Frustration leads the day of broken down communication and head banging against the wall of self inflicted wounds.

When finally. Finally. We give in. For whatever reason. In unforeseen circumstances and situations. Motivations lead us down one path.

He takes us down another.

”The ability to communicate and understand is God-given. The ability to miscommunicate and misunderstand is a function of the fallen condition.”(dk)

ME, not WE.

So in the moment of the fight, we are blind to the damage. Until we are no longer seeing things the old way. Does not ensure seeking the meaning of a new way is the answer.

Individually. We are strong. Like-mindedness lends us the wisdom to stand alone when the gut tells us not to join the club. Result?…. Our bestest bestie can even disappoint. It’s ok.

I’m ok.

You’re ok.

He allowed us dominion over our self. Provided we live within the framework of his strong and powerful guidance. “God created man in His own image; in the image of God he created him; male and female He created them. Then. God blessed them, and God said to the, “Be fruitful and multiply, fill the earth and subdue it; have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds in the air, and over every living thing that moves on earth.” (Genesis 1)

This strong and wise foundation does not include the idea of the theme of gender neutral bathrooms. The idea that this solves all the problems of the day. Creates the largest confusion of the day and days ahead.

He worked hard for us for seven days. The last day he rested. One could say, with all the hand held windows to the world in 2024, not many of us are actually doing anything that productive. We check, we look, we glance and run around like we are so busy. Getting this done. Getting that done. What are we doing?

Being busy? We all are talk, talk talking about one another’s self, that is for certain. using heightened language, angry language, all kinds of language.

Language matters.

A lot.

In the olden days, the hand held tool, called the 📞 telephone, massively changed human communication and connection. We could talk to one another without seeing one another—hang up on them if we did not like what they said to us. The tool of the telephone gave us pause time, time to think time, time to connect in a host meaningful ways.

Now.

We all hold our own hand held destination of the day in the palm of our hands. The dangers are many. The dangers of transmitting a message through a medium other than face to face communication compound dramatically.(dk)

Dramatically.

At the same time, remembering and forgetting that every documented stroke, may be used against another, one way or another—“later”….for effect.

The communicative inferences and intentions lost along the way. The worst part of the messenger-ing. The interpretation becomes the onus of the receiver. This could lead to a completely different interpretation by the receiver. (dk)

No. We are not all the same. No. We do not need to have all inclusive bathrooms and parties and spaces to express ourselves. Decoding the message is a bombardment of TMI—too much information.

Along with nary enough proof.

So what are we left with?

Shared bathrooms as the proof we know we are all created equal in someone’s eyes?

Not His. That is for sure. He already created us equal by His good grace. Why do we not listen to Him better, more?

Why?

Arrogance.

And.

Ignorance.

Yes. “The receiver of the message must have the humility to lay himself aside and try and understand the intent of the receiver’s message without reading it and changing the meaning.” (dk)

Easier said than done for 99% of us.

Listening can be very difficult. We think we hear. Sadly, we do not always hear through the filter of what another person sees.

He. Had and has a vision. For us. Does not include acceptable wall paper for all in the bathroom. Trivial ness breeds trivial ness.

Make a mental picture. A mental movie that hopefully will not result in the recurring nightmare of mass destruction. Wallpaper aside.

”Be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath; for the wrath of man does not produces the righteousness of God” (James 1 19-27)

IE: Avoid the run-on-angry message via hand held thumbing and tapping away. It doesn’t so much matter that it is never deleted, even though try as we might, we backspace and backtrack until our fingers may ache.

He want us to remember His message. That when we fall, when we felt we had fallen and we could not get back up,

He held out his loving hand and lifted us back up. Expecting us to continue His honest to goodness work of real inclusivity and the realization we are all created equal in His eyes.

And Always have been.

The rest of the story is all cheap talk, talk, talk.

The rest of the story remains to be seen.

And heard.