They could not see, they could not hear, old words, repeated, the blindness of those who were in charge, and the barriers they falsely created in order to elevate themselves to positions, where others would look up and say, fine person you are. The arrogance of those who tried to instruct others in the ways of God, while ignoring the teachings of Jesus, rushing off to this group and that, and as Jesus would say, if they spent their time being compassionate, how they would change all that was around them. Solomon heard the words of warning ring in his ears, it happens again and again. Ceremony only mattered when there was true humility, the posturing of some really made him wonder.
He walks down a street, spots a man with a disability, stops. The words that come out of his mouth, the story of the Spirit and how it visited him one night. He wasn’t preaching, too many do that,
just rousing the interest of one who might want to be healed. He walks on. If those on the alter did not actively believe in miracles, how on earth could they convince anyone else. The Luke warm faith of servants is not the heart warming trust of Children. It was time they were all reminded of whom they were supposed to represent up there, it was not an organisation, that was for sure, amen.