Miss Kitty was in her usual place on my lap and I petted her occasionally while I worked on some writing.
For no perceptible reason, she suddenly grabbed my hand with her front claws and ripped my flesh, while digging in my arm with her back claws.
She bit me hard, then bolted off my lap and out the front door.
I cleansed my wounds and wondered if I touched someplace where she was injured or if this was just a case of temporary feline insanity.
In any case, I was mad.
About an hour later she pushed the door open, walked slowly toward me, and sat at my feet looking at me before lowering her head.
Miss Kitty was ashamed.
She had reacted badly without thinking and knew she had done wrong.
She was ashamed and wanted forgiven.
She… is a better “person” than I am.
Shame has gotten a bad rap in the culture lately.
Shame is now an invalid response to anything short of criminal behavior because we are supposed to be tolerant of of bad behavior of diverse sorts in ourselves and others.
What we used to be ashamed of is now just another gift of the god of self expression…who we worship with unbridled glee.
It doesn’t matter anymore what you say or how you say it, how you act or who it affects.
You have the right to be who you are.
There is no need to be ashamed…shame is bad even if your behavior is offensive.
All that matters is your right to be you…however rude, foul, coarse, mean, or stupid you want to be.
As a result we live in a culture that grows increasingly rude, foul, coarse, mean, and stupid.
You cannot discern between Christians and pagans on this matter.
We evidently have the right to self expression too and offer our incense at that altar when provoked.
I have one of those altars next to my computer.
I’m ashamed of how easy it is for me to justify being boorish and mean because of some perceived offense.
I’m ashamed that ripping someone is my first instinct, not my last.
I’m ashamed that most of the time, I’m not ashamed.
Miss Kitty has been forgiven and restored to fellowship.
I need to go and do likewise…right after I tear down this altar.
The one true and living God is touchy about such things…
Make your own application…