Affectionate Fighting

[Stalks the sly Copperfox mimicking his every move, waiting for the right time to throw more obscenely comforting messages his way.]

Indeed, Joseph, you might not have become a Christian until you were nineteen, alas, that does not make you a bad child. Good people don't always have to be Christians. You may not have been a Christian, but you still had a good, kind, tender, generous, and friendly heart. Also I don't _think_ that you are remarkably good and admirable, I _know_ it! ;]

[The Dancing Lawn members mouths still gape open with suspense and awe while Bruiser and Copperfox continue on throwing comforting insults at eachother. The Battle of Glove continues.]


[Suddenly, Bruiser turns upon Shortangel and Miss Freckles. Glaring at the two with admiration and Glove she releases another string of complements. Meaning to throw her enemies off balance.]

DO you see what you two have done!? You've created a beautiful jungle for everyone to share with enjoyment and pleasure. Just out of your little plants. Keep up the good work my dears. :]

[Upon walking away after giving Gugs to the two wonderful people that caused the scenery to change to a eye-pleasing jungle, Bruiser finds traces of chocolate chip cookies. The homemade kind. Bruiser decides to search for the one who was the cause to the pleasant scent in the air. Within a few moments Bruiser stumbles upon Inkling.]

So it was YOU that made those delicious cookies! How dare you feed us your warm, from-the-heart cookies! Do you know what you did? You just filled not only the minds of thoes who ate your cookies with joy but also their tummies. Thank you for baking those for everyone. You are very kind.

[Rushes off to spread more joy to the community.]
 
And where do you think _you're_ going, Amanda? After all those thrilling pseudo-cinematic moments of us hunting each other through the leafy shadows, do you suppose now you can avoid an even _more_ gigantically struggling sweetness-battle with your metaphorical grandfather?? Your being so rapid-fire gracious to so many others only makes me think MORE warmly of you! So come back here and face me, toe to toe, joke to joke, uplifting evaluation to uplifting evaluation! I'm not _nearly_ finished verbally grappling with you yet....

In the softball game of life, you are like _either_ (1) the satisfaction of hitting a homer when the bases are loaded with teammates who never thought you could bring them in, or (2) the satisfaction of preventing the opposing team from achieving the same thing.

In the computer service shop of life, you are like a brand-new anti-virus program that stops a nasty hacker from doing any more damage.

In the "Riverdance" performance of life, you are like the part where the African-American dancer does the backflip off the vertical wall.

In the urban expressway of life, you are like the rare courteous driver in the main stream of traffic who actually lets incoming drivers merge.

My Glove is with you no matter where you are, dear heart; but it's more satisfying to have you here--so you can un-flinch with un-pain as I un-insult you, my opposite-of-enemy!
 
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G-V, my dear, good-hearted niece, I'll write you a PM about that. Bruiser, hold on to your tenderly angry thoughts, I'll be back on the field of battle soon enough.
 
[Runs back up to Copperfox. Smileing.]

I am taken aback by your words my dearest friend. But did you not say that your Glove were with me where ever I went? [That explains why I didn't hit any cars today in Driver's Ed.] You mean that you go out-of-the-way everyday to wish me a safe and happy day?! Why you unselfish, sweet, thoughtful, warmhearted, amiable, benign person you!

In the forest life, you are the tallest, wisest, oak tree. Allowing children to climb atop you and showing them the world and all of it's wonders.

In the aquarium life you are the angelfish. [Kinda self explainatory, don't ya think?]

In my life, however, you are my Grandfather. The one whom I turn to when I am down. I seek to please you and my family with my good deeds to others. You are the one who got me to open my eyes back to God. God Bless You.
 
Now, that's fighting dirty, Amanda: making such a morale-boosting flank attack on me while I'm occupied sending Hannah (GentleVoice) an answer to her question (which, by the way, shows HER sweet goodness in caring about the spiritual welfare of others)! You knocked me so off-balance by that sneak assault, that I misplaced the letter G for a moment, and must trust the onlookers to understand how I mean it when I next use the word "love." It is your pure, undemanding, profoundly innocent love that staggers me. I must try to be worthy of your love. All right, where did I drop that....there it is....

Now, I've got the capital G back, and I can spring up to resume our battle! Brace yourself, Amanda, to be figuratively EM-braced! Let our Gloving words clash now like the antlers of rival bull elks! Let our mutually-welcoming, heartfelt, reciprocal two-way affinity and closeness bring awe to the minds of witnesses who may before now have thought that friendship must be a weak, dull thing! No one who is Gloved by YOU can think that way anymore, you dear, dear, dear, virtuous maiden!!

Turning once more for a moment to the also-very-appealing Hannah: You distracted me again! Are you working with Amanda to keep me off balance? For that, you deserve to be treated so nicely and pleasantly as to spoil you rotten! I got your PM that replied to mine; the best we can do right now is to pray for the situation without losing heart. We'll talk more later. I Glove you too!
 
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Uncle Joe what do you think if someone doesn't want to beleave that there is a god and blam him for doing something that he didn't do?
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I know that you addressed Papa Joe for this question but I must ask.... What does this person believe in then? I say that you slip in a little dose of our religion when you can, but not making it odvious. That way he can become more comfortable with God. We will pray for him during the time to come.
 
o.0 It seems that the ever-so-friendly Copperfox has dropped another Gloving bomb on me while I was distracted by G-V's question and my eating of leftover Spaghetti for lunch.

Try to be worthy of my love? Anyone that has a heart is worthy of love.

I try to Glove everyone. But that only happened since you helped me see that people can be changed and life can be made pleasent[er] just by speaking a few caring words. You are like a pair of glasses helping one to see the world at a clear focus. Also like sunglasses in that you help shield the harmful rays of the evil that lingers about. [Not meaning by anymeans that the sun is evil. Just to let you know.]


Hannah - May God bless you too, dear friend. Your caring attitude towards others will not be over looked here, no matter how intense the Battle of Glove gets.
 
Ach du lieber, Augustine! Every time I think Amanda can't _get_ any more lovable and exemplary, she outdoes herself. Look at her, being so sincerely solicitous for a fellow-very-good-girl! By the Lion's mane, this inspiring benevolence of Amanda's _must_ be rewarded...I mean defeated...I mean trampled down by lifting it up for deserved recognition...something like that.

Amanda! You haven't beaten me yet (even if you did get in another Glove-shot at me before I could finish this one)! If goodness were shampoo, you could wash the hair of everybody in New York City AND their dogs! If goodness were charcoal, you could keep your hometown barbecuing for the whole summer including Labor Day! If goodness were glue, you could put up wallpaper in fifty thousand houses! If goodness were water, you could irrigate Death Valley! And if your consistent practice of Glove could be advertised on television, the national crime rate would be cut in half!

G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G (= G-rated hugs, or "Gugs")
 
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Ach du lieber, Augustine! <- Wahh??

Well let me tell you something. If your thoughtfulness was water there would be no more deserts, crops would be plentyful and world hunger would cease to exist. If your thoughtfulness was the sun's energy source the earth would never have a dark day. If it were flowers, then the world would be one huge garden. If your thoughtfulness and Glove towards others were shown publically to the whole world, then others would surely follow in your footsteps to create a better, more friendly world. If your Glove was an energy source it would last longer than the Energizer Bunny.

G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G


[And some more to pass around with everyone... ^^]
G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G
 
"Ach du Lieber, Augustine" is a bizarre old German drinking song. Never mind; I just said it because it makes a good emphatic exclamation in a G-rated environment.

(Hard pressed by a skillful antagonist, he resorts to sympathy-gaining tactics.)

I must get ready for my medical appointment this afternoon, a follow-up to my recent hospitalization. Always good affectionately fighting someone whose affection is 100 percent genuine. I Glove you, Amanda.
 
oooh. Okay. Thanks for explaining. ^^

I wish you a safe trip dear Copperfox. Let me know how the follow-up went when you arrive home again.

Always good affectionately fighting someone whose affection is 100 percent genuine.
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I couldn't have said it any better myself. :D

I Glove you too Papa Joe.

G G G
 
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comes in with a whole bunch of pineapple mint

comes in again with a whole bunch of pineapple mint dumps it in the garden of other plants, gets her elephant shaped water canister pours water on the plants, sneaks out the door, by the way thank you copperfox for that compliment yesturday :)
 
What a dangerous place! :eek:
Shortangel, Miss Freckles, even you are here- joining the fierce combatants Copperfox and Bruiser?Okay, I will not stay behind-this night I will remember ALL OF YOU FOLKS in my prayer-and no escape, because I will go to bed right now.:p
 
Ah, Lioba, it's YOU who will have no escape. The more the rest of us find out about you, the more AND more we will openly acknowledge and commend your doubtless numerous virtues!

To all interested parties: I've had another medication prescribed, a Valium variant. And while at the doctor's office, I had the chance to tell several persons about God's gestures of comfort to me in bereavement. More about that eventually on Janalee's thread.
 


I've decided to turn my formal opening salvo into a veritable flanking maneuver.

So...TO THE BARRICADES!

JOSEPH: That was quite an unfairly honorable thing to do, and I believe I shall quite forgive you for putting a huge smile on my face when I'm supposed to be sternly ordering doctors around. How dare you make me feel good about myself in that way! And after I baked you cookies, too. I shall simply have to retaliate in kind, by telling you how much I appreciate your wisdom and your compassion, particularly evidenced towards some of our younger forum members. Going blade to blade with you in our frequent battles of intellect is both challenging and inspiring. Even worse, you happen to keep posting on some of my favorite topics, using my own weapons, words, against me. Too cruel! This, in turn, forces me to actually think before responding to you.

As for my other, entirely worthy opponents in this battle of Glove, you shall have your attacks parried shortly.

 
But, sweet Fantine, there is always more than one thrust to be parried! So, claiming a fencer's right of way:

Inkling, I'm calling you on your use of the label "Inkling" as your forum name! You are so _insolent_ in labelling yourself with a title which stands for creativity and wisdom, that I absolutely must retort sharply--that you are RIGHT to use that label for yourself! No one on TDL is _more_ entitled to use it than you are, you brilliant-yet-elegant Christian intellectual you!! Yes, I am _denouncing_ you publicly for being so smart and insightful, that if you had been at Oxford in the 1950's, you would have been able to make the Lewis-Tolkien circle feel comfortable about having a woman join them after all. You stand accused of having such a great in-mixing of tact and charm with your keen wit, that people don't _notice_ you being brilliant; you're like Mary Poppins' medicine, helped to go down with a spoonful of sugar! In fact, if there were a remake of "Mary Poppins"--but one still choosing a beautiful Mary Poppins instead of the dowdy frump in the actual books--you could play the role _better_ than Julie Andrews did!
 
Now that I've coped with the terrifying peril of being liked and respected by Juliet, I must prepare for the next grudge match with my arch-not-enemy Amanda. (You know, there is an alarming feature of Glove-combat: since both sides come away from a clash only feeling happier and stronger, the fighting never seems to end!) In her arrogant self-confidence, Amanda told me in advance on the Janalee thread that she plans to battle me further later today--like Professor Moriarty smugly defying Sherlock Holmes, or the Riddler sending a taunting message to Batman.

But I plan to be ready for her. You see that I'm not using oversized lettering here; consider this to be like Clint Eastwood in one of his gunslinger films, talking in a menacingly low voice before he starts shooting. I'm clearing space for the coming showdown by telling everyone ELSE a bit about how I feel toward Amanda.

All of my life, since childhood, I have had the blessing of NOT being segregated in the "peer group only" atmosphere which I believe is doing damage to American society. I've always mixed comfortably with persons of other generations. In my first years as a new (college-age) Christian, I was pals with a 70-year-old saint named Peter Powder at the church I had joined. With Peter, I got to have it both ways at once: in one sense we were equals in Jesus, while in other ways I could still have the benefit of respecting his vastly greater experience.

Now I'm closer to Peter's end of the lifespan, and it is my God-given privilege to try to benefit young folks as he benefitted me. With someone like Amanda, I can function as a near-equal when it is healthy and helpful to do so; but the generational difference is still there, making me able to bestow on her the insights of age which by definition she cannot yet possess directly. She is aware of this--hence that cunning counter-thrust she made in recent combat, wonderfully propping up my self-respect by likening me to an oak tree that lets children climb up for the view. Well, it's pure joy for me to share those views with Amanda; she is so open-hearted, so teachable, so grateful for kindly attention, that I could hardly NOT Glove her and still call myself human.

So when she comes back to this arena ready and armed for aggressively affectionate strife, you will be seeing me viciously taking advantage of the opportunity to vent my paternal sentiments.
 
Dearest Copperfox, I told you that I would arrive shortly and here I am. I saw where you were talking about your visit to the doctor and how when you were there you happened to meet up with an old friend of yours. I thought that that was sweet, but as I read further you began to tell her about God's grace. Then you asked for _everyone_ to pray for her. I said to myself, "What a caring guy he is, telling others _outside of the forum, in real life_ about God's grace and compassion." I knew then that I could not let this go without prasing you first. So now I say, God Bless You and Yours, Joseph Ravitts. May your words of grace touch thousands of hearts and cause them to be saved and rejoice in their new found lives. :]
 
Ta-ta-raaaa, ta-ta-RAAAAAA!!! The call to battle sounds again!

I told everyone I'd be waiting for you, my treasured and cherished and precious non-enemy, and so I am! So you want to go honoring my efforts to serve God? Bring it on! (Actually, there's a verse in Proverbs that says, "Let another praise you, and not your own lips.") I'll come right back at you, thus:

There's a reason, my boundlessly-Gloved adversary, why Mr. Lewis made an innocent young girl so important in the first Narnia book he wrote. And anyone who never got to read that book or see the movie would still have a chance to learn the same truth by meeting YOU, you special, wonderful, endearing, wholesome, appealing, super-lovable child you! Although the Scripture "--a little child shall lead them" is grossly misused, really referring _only_ to a child leading ANIMALS, yet it is not wrong to say that a little child can _inspire_ her elders! And inspire me you do, sweet, sweet girl! I meant what I said about wanting to be worthy of your childlike love; someday, if tempted to do wrong, I might be helped to stay on the right path by NOT wanting ever to disillusion YOU in your good opinion of me! So don't you _dare_ ever doubt MY good opinion of YOU...or we'll end up clashing in a...Hmmm, we already ARE clashing in a huge Glove-battle, aren't we? Makes it hard to _threaten_ to have one. Maybe I should tell you to be good, or else we _won't_ have any more battles? Oh, that's academic, because I'm sure that you'll never slip into any noticeable sin without repenting of it so fast that I wouldn't have time to change my military strategy against you...

Where was I? Oh, yes: you are such a _sickeningly_ joyful blessing to know, such an _atrociously_ true and loyal young friend, that I will still keep on battling you this way in my heart even if I run out of clever phrases to pummel you with! Colliding with you in this tender struggle of belligerent mutual praise _never_ gets boring! Revelling in your pure-hearted friendship is like eating expensive chocolate truffles (like my daughter gave me for Father's Day): I keep wanting to eat just one more! Thus with you, you DISGUSTINGLY gentle and well-meaning and faithful and charming girl: one more onslaught of your Glove is _always_ welcome!!!
 
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