Under my thumb

What is the first thing you do upon awakening each day?🤔

Start typing.

Right?

Am I correct?

I thought so.

We just give it all away, before we even open our eyes. Our very thoughts, words and feelings.

Ripe for the pickings.

Our own lives are under our literally under thumbs.

Our own thumbs

If we all stop to think about it.

And then if we think a little more, the dread begins to set in.

Our lives our really under somebody else’s thumb.

Scary stuff.

Human nature dictates that we probably are not reaching out to always do “good”. It would be nice. Chances are high it is not the first instinct on our personal “digits”, our personal-digit-minded-thinking.

Instead of extending our hands. In a gesture of connection, of yearning and earnestness, maybe we just want to know the

“Dirt”.

There is plenty to go around that is for sure. You may disagree and say, “Hey who died and left you to be the “Thought Police?”

My reply to you will be a short quiz:

What day is today?

What is a common activity for many to engage in today?

Is today the day of “rest”?

Is today a day of community, reflection, prayer.

Now. I am just giving it all away, aren’t I.

To answer one burning question. Yes. in my “little world”, my “Thought Police World” someone did indeed die.

Jesus

And. Thus. The way I think, moved and acted was ignited.

Amen.

Hedging isn’t really an option.

Doubting is a part of each and every day.

The challenges brought about by such so called narrow minded thinking are not for the weak.

There is much ongoing dialogue open for debate, quarrels, disagreements,, arguments.

Amen.

Free to be you and me.

It can be splendid. The opportunity for free. And it can be a burden. The opportunity for free. How does a person decipher between the free and the committed?

Without worming one’s way into the center of another person’s world. Break out that weapon of all weapons. The menacing messenger device that soon will be apart of the American Medical Associations new anatomical poster/illustration of the parts of the human body………The “phone.” The Android, the “I-phone” the Galaxy. The tethered new sixth digit on our own hands.

Frankly, I am surprised we did not see this coming a long time ago. But we were quite busy using our digits to tap and punch out digits to display our innermost thoughts, words, and actions. May be we did see it coming, and simply chose to look the other way…..

Who is under whose thumb now?

Ugh.

To be “Under one’s thumb” technically means to be under one’s control.

Ugh.

Used to be a dream, thought, feeling, “thing” one could not see or touch. But the lines between us and them have disappeared. Now. We are all over one another.

Ugh.

Tragedy strikes and we are all part of the narrative of someone we barely know, following The Who’s and the Why’s of somebody else’s life like we know better what would be better for them.

Hindsight is always 20/20.

The English Rock band, The Rolling Stones even dedicated a song to the concept of being under one’s thumb. “Turning the tables, sweetest pet in the world”. Kinda genius stuff. Remember this was in the 80’s. The 1980’s .

Prehistoric times compared to now’s debates, etcetera.

Mr. Jagger was quoted as saying” “The whole idea was that I was under HER, she was kicking ME around. So The whole idea is absurd, all I did was turn the tables around. So women took that to be against femininity wherein reality it was trying to “get back” against being a repressed male”

Prehistoric times compared to now’s debates, etcetera. Free to express their thoughts, feelings through musical language. Rather genius and brave to “put it out there”.

The language of song. Non verbal language. Sign language. Virtue signaling. All under our thumbs. Every day. Sometimes in insidious ways.

The track of all tracks.

Ugh.

The betrayal of all betrayals?

Sometimes.

It seems so simple.

It is simple. But it is not easy.

To see beyond our own digits out there on the digital landscape.

We all have so much to say, don’t we? Pretty soon we will all collectively lose our ability to communicate. To use clear and concrete language, the language of words to communicate words to our fellow man.

Scarey stuff.

What do we do? With our perfect plans? With our legitimate expectations? With our courage to say “No”. “No more”. The never ending silencing of their “exercise in silence” (pf)

Depends on which way you lean?

Ugh.

As a faithful observer of law?

As a faithful observer of some certainty.

The underlying certainty of God’s mercy.

Bingo.

He is and always has been. The expert. In using his hands. To heal. To help. We just gotta be open to His surprises. It is simple. It is not easy. He is expert at transferring crises into dreams, into new horizons.(pf)

Probably not on a digital landscape. He moves upward. He wants to move you upward as well. Prerequisite:

The underlying certainty of God’s mercy. (Pf) Within and amongst disconcerting discovery of shock, pain, confusion, irritation, disappointment. bringing you out of the burden of shame and to the way of mercy.

It is simple. It is not easy.

Use it or lose it.

He prefers you use His guidance. Not fake it, til you make it.

That is betrayal. And He knows it. Won’t allow it. Courage is heroic. Courage can be contagious.

The good kind of contagious. Quickly, instinctively, consideration of the silence of all silence. The burden of shame is heavy. He shows us the way. We do not always listen.

It is simple:

A just man.

A dignified job.

A simple life.

Good dreams.

Instead of opening our eyes each day to the dreaded digital landscape. Try putting your own hands down. The menacing messenger device down. Lift your spirits up. To God’s plan. To God’s horizons.(pf)

It is simple.

It is not easy.

No hedge here. No hedging allowed.

No “cat will have your tongue”.

No thumb will you be under.

Just stop. And look.

Beyond yourself.

At the wondrous possibilities😃