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Parents, grand parents, the local co-op, school, teachers and preachers, the need to be a young saver, having the back up, the bit you can fall back on. Young savers, Solomon was reminded, the school year closes, the summer begins. The plans that have been saved up, the dreams for the two free months ahead, a holiday, a memory, something to fall back on come the fall, we did that and this, and we went to see this and that, the young saving their memories. The paint on the walls wont hold the building up, it will look smarted when your close up, don’t get carried away, it’s only a paint job, but a good memory, that is something to hold.
The Child leaves school, the holidays, the home life is not the greatest, his father deserted them, he was too young to understand it then, but as he gets older, he knows that he is missing something. Many call out to Fathers, don’t deny your children, save a little for them, put aside your career, park the ego, stop pretending to be important among your colleagues, go home and mind your children, be a saver, amen.
Solomon reflected on the enormous number of interventions, enormous, the record number of changes, the numbers, the weather, the old revelations come through, news of divine intervention, while the same method continued in the old church, he sighed, you exist to raise the Spirit, you are there to help them save themselves, reminding them, that you are a servant after all too
, and not the boss.
What had all the young savers in their heads, what had gone into those heads. The picture from the sky is real, the visit of the Holy Spirit, and more, news of an everlasting life, worth saving for.
A handful of beautiful wildflowers rendered in monochrome to start the weekend off on a simple note. Beautiful shapes and textures and every flower natures gift. Wishing you a wonderful weekend.
Happy Birthday Helen, it’s been awhile but the memory lives on, the deaf blind are not alone anymore, your name summons the help, it is how we can best remember her. They gather at the funeral, they have tears in their eyes, we will never forget you tears, then they forget you. Helen, you were a prophet, you changed the way many see disabilities, same way the earlier prophets aroused Interest in God, reminding them. We have gone astray, the light comes, then the memories return, we have another destiny, it’s greater than this world, Helen Keller, you remind us, thanks.
Lying in the bed, she is safe, the dark has no fear, she is on the same level, he holds her, she dreams, her troubles don’t exist when she is safe in his arms. Solomon sighed, that is what it is like, when in the presence of God, the presence of Love kills all fears. Then the day comes, and the reminders are there, what she would give to be safe in his arms. Solomon sighed, some names makes us feel good, Helen Keller does.
Has them in the palm of his hands, his face scans the audience, senses the wonder, must choose his words carefully, wants to frighten them not embalm them. Power, what a thrill, they listen to the words, you mention the name Jesus, it’s almost a magnet, his words still stick 2,000 odd years later, Meanwhile the Preacher, he views his meal ticket before him, they come to him for advice, it’s beyond comprehension, they listen to me, he finishes the sermon with some fear filling words, fear only God he says. The adrenaline levels are up, he feels it the way a drug addict does. In the audience a real Prophet is listening, why do they have to use fear all the time, preaching man, it is so much simpler. The Spirit rises on the basis of good deeds, and the Holy Spirit lives inside you, you just need space and an honest heart. The Preaching man has none of that, too addicted to control.
Solomon sighed, too much syrup in the diet turns you into a diabetic, you need to hear the truth, same as the words have to be from the Heart. Solomon wondered, why some made complex what is so simple to understand, amen.
He sits alone, they wait for him. Why is he late, he hears what they say, he slows, lets them wait a litte longer. His eyes are cast over the landscape, there is a lot on his mind, saw others before him, come and disappear, now he has to decide. The tribe has been decimated, it’s been one compromise after the next, the possibility it will get better, but it’s only more sickness they got. Is it the water, he wonders. The mine opened, people have been getting sick since. In the middle of the Amazon, they discovered Gold and Silver deposits, the prospectors. The speed of the development, where was it when they needed a small clinic, you have to move to the city, that is where the services are, he declined.
Holy Spirit, he prays, my forefathers, our ancestors, called for your assistance, they are calling now. He mumbles his words, it’s time to resume the village counsel. The argument is the same as last time, the water is no longer drinkable, to stay means death to them all, to leave is to accept that their homes are gone. A tanker full of mining chemicals sets sail from eastern europe, a dangerous cargo. It wont be dangerous when it gets to the Amamzon, where they will pump it into the ground, allowing the various metals to seperate.
So many feel powerless, remote from having any sort of power, passengers, but not knowing where they are going. Solomon sighed, put your Faith in the Most High God, you will be happily surprised. The tanker is seized while in port, and sent back. The river is left untouched for a few months, the tribe has a celebration, the conscience’s open. New revelations prayed Solomon, news from the world above, gets everyones attention.
The three friends gathered, they were there to share, express how they were feeling, it wasn’t therapy, it was family, getting together. The rush, the continuous struggle, the amount of thought we put into being right all the time, as if it made us feel better, when all it is, an affirmation for ourselves, no good achieved, just a back rub for the ego, nothing more. What a way to run your life, worrying about what others think. Solomon sighed, the old words, three or more gather, their faith is real, God is among you, the story of Jesus on the road, when he came upon the two apostles. They heard the word, their ears, their ears burned to hear more, truth does that.
Many had been discouraged from meeting as thus, the regulations of religious practice, forcibly enforced, it must be done in the temple, it must be like this, so many rules, while Jesus just said, it’s Inside you, nurture it, amen.