Saint Roch; plus, laying on of the hands

   
   "Saint Roch; plus, laying on of the hands"
   
   Saint Roch, the Patron Saint of dogs, the falsely accused, and other things, well--he fought against the plague, assisted the poor, and was devoted to positive energy.  After getting the plague himself, he retreated into the woods to die, yet a holy hound found him, bringing him food, and licking his wounds until they healed.
   If someone is disabled, never offering them the positive sense of touch is a diabolical thing.  You must caress and put "your Kingdom of God within you" into them, much like a mere mutt does when it licks and loves, offering companionship and adoration--dogs and man have always lived side by side since the conception of human consciousness.  
   On the flip side, if a disabled person in a nursing home is cruelly tossed and turned, only touched for the purpose of the caretaker getting a paycheck; next, that negativity promotes the early death of the patient.  You gotta try; indeed, you gotta try.  Humanity needs the love of loving hands, rubbing, stroking, and not neglecting with the insidious intent of selfish malice.  
   What to do with a sick person?  Would you take them out in the backyard and shoot them in the head?  Plenty of people would, controlled by selfishness, only caring for themselves.  We know this, as Christ called the venomous Viper in the Fourth Gospel:  "The Prince of this world."  Yet Christ, knowing the Kingdom of God was within Him, stated:  "He has no power over Me."