Pioneering spirit, the waves of soul, climbed unforgiving hills, some made some not, but those who lost, made it for others, someone goes first, someone makes it, sets the others free, and some are just lucky. Whatever, character can’t be bought, it is made. And Faith can’t be faked, many have tried, this we have to believe. In crisis you’ll discover, if it’s real.
Solomon was reading about early pioneering spirit, souls from all over the world, converged in a new land, seeking freedom and hopefully prosperity, their steps sometimes the first, not that they were first, the natives having been there years, from all across the continent, north and south, east and west, and the natives all believed in great spirit.
What was a god send for some, a nightmare for the natives, as the pioneers brought modernism, new mechanisms for solving disputes, and the habits that they grew up with. There were many lessons to be learned. Many cultures and wisdoms brushed aside. Forgiveness was badly in need of exercise. The resentments many carried inside them.
It was no surprise that it all came back to old teaching, every dispute, anger, envy, it was laid out in a very simple way. Solomon reflected upon what Faith was, a real time gift that you could not purchase, just trust me was all he said, how true those words in the context of what was happening, marry yourself to love, but like those storms, it can sometimes get rough.
Jesus cross’s the sea of Galilee, it’s wild weather and stormy, his companions wake him up suddenly, what now he thinks, perhaps in the middle of a great dream or simply a rest, no, it’s not going to sink, puts his head back down and shrugs, what do I have to do next. St. Paul gets shipwrecked, ends up where he’s supposed to be. Solomon gets crushed in his car, changes the landscape of his life, you just have to believe and forgive..