Some people just aren't happy unless they have a bone to chew. Observe my dogs. They each have their own bone, but they are growlingly possessive of it. Nothing makes them happier than to steal the other's bone too. Old Sweetie went out and buried her bone and came back and took over the pup's. The same goes for their dog toys that look like road kill with all the stuffings and squeekers out of them. They do tug of war barring their teeth emitting danger, danger, danger growls, but are actually playing. Have you met those people who love drama? Yeah, the ones you have to tip toe around or they'll bite your head off thinking you want their soggy chewed over thing. They snarl and snap and then act like they are the sweetest little thwang. The bones don't give real sustenance. I still have to feed my dogs. The rawhide bones are just for their chewing pleasure. It is sad to see people getting their kicks out of chewing out others as if they were scraps thrown to the dogs.
One of our secret parent codes my husband and I say to each other is "pick your battles." Is it something you want to die for? Throw the bones to the dogs. I want real meat, stick a fork in it, not milk, not milk bones, not bones. How much time is wasted over bones?
"And I, brethren, could not speak to you as to spiritual men, but as to men of flesh,
as to babes in Christ. I gave you milk to drink, not solid food; for you were not able to receive it."
I Corinthians 3:1
"For though by this time you ought to be teachers,
you have need again for someone to teach you the elementary principles of the oracles of God,
and you have come to need milk and not solid food.
For everyone who partakes only of milk is not accustomed to the word of righteousness,
for he is a babe.
But solid food is for the mature,
who because of practice have their sense trained to discern good and evil."
I've noticed that those who don't eat the meat of the Word
tend to bite and devour one another.