Big Reputation

What others think of me, that’s all that matters, God Most High listens, to the inner ramblings of the mind, with the assistance of wisdom, who can read everybody. Bling, flesh, a Brazilian,  nice lines, an inner drive, an energy that needs to get out, high octane. Bob Dylan cringes, why can’t I write those words, another screams, wish I could have stole them, words.

The arena is empty, the tour is on hold, the cocaine has to be paid for, no surprise, the big dealers are inn trouble, the market has dried up, and those further up the chain, doing a clean up, no customers to supply, courtesy of the Virus, how Ironic, what is invisible, has such a weighty influence, how strange is that, and the churches closing their doors, what are they doing, to the reputation of God, well, what is faith, amen.

Dot Dot Dot…

The unseen becomes life, the unseen causes death, as for Faith, it’s an invisible gift. Solomon was reading the ancient scriptures, the story of the mustard seed, and how Jesus told his apostles; all you need is a faith the size of a mustard seed, the smallest of all seeds, and when you have that faith, anything is possible. In the context of today, the worry over the corona virus, and how what is invisible to the eye, and impossible to see unless under the microscope, can be so lethal, it only reinforces the power in those original words, as spoken. Faith depends on deeds of course, as without them, your faith is mere words.

Solomon was reflecting on how the smallest bits in creation have such a huge impact on our lives; the story of the bee one more example, the plankton that the huge whales depend upon; in a nutshell what is tiny can be both life saving and life destroying; perhaps it’s another reference to the delicate nature of the Spirit, and how easily it is disturbed.

life begins from the tiniest of sources, yet carries with it the experience of other generations, as the habits molded

their in, reflect so much of life in the past; how it is possible. Then to compare with human folly; how so many boast of what is common and meaningless; amen.

Flying Spirit

Te Amo, she turns her head, she hasn’t heard that in awhile, she’s a migrant worker, and an illegal, she is waitressing,  the cook is flirting with her again, she smiles. Meanwhile there are three tables that need to be cleared and three other girls like her, vulnerable, waiting to take her job, no slip ups. She passes a table, two men in suits, are they immigration, she pretends not to look, we ordered two coffee’s one says. She nods, rushes to the table, her eye on the two men, are they there to spy on her. Being an illegal is hard work, she has moved every six months, trying to keep ahead of the posse. She possess’s a secret, one she can’t explain, not in the normal meaning of the word; she carries the Holy Spirit inside her. Remain calm, she repeats this to herself daily, evening, before sleep, calm, you live inside me she explains. It’s as if she carries a special child inside her.

Our coffee, she passes the table, makes a nod, coming she says. It’s lunchtime, the busy period, but she doesn’t mind, there are other young girls like her, who are not that lucky. One of them dances the tables, and smiles at leering men all day, it’s a job, provides shelter, things can get worse.

She fills the cups, makes for the two men, sorry she says, setting  down the two cups. His jacket slides to the side, as if he is reaching for something, she spots the handle of a gun, law enforcement he says, sorry if I upset you, she smiles nervously. He nods. He wears a brown belt, he fingers the clasp, a sign, they are on my side, she sighs…..

Love Those We Don’t Like — Jesus is the answer!.. re blog

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“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” – Ephesians 5:1-2 The call to imitate God sounds impossible. Yet, just as a small child imperfectly mimics a parent’s actions, disciples of Jesus copy him. […]

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To All the women who struggled, had to put up with it, this is Saint Brigid’s day..

Solomon sighed, he wondered where the sense of nurture was found in most lives; the answer came easy, he thought of the mothers of this world, and all that they sought, a peace filled world for their children, fairness, and respect. It is not a lot to ask for, but considering the huge numbers of women burned at the stake, and how the role of the feminine was dragged through the proverbial sewer, unless you were lucky enough, to have been chosen by the King, and those with similar fortunes.

Solomon wondered; how did we thrash so many great gifts, why did we listen to those mantra’s, there is nothing you can do; what influence was trying to instill this into so many heads. Saint Brigid would have given them short shrift. A no nonsense lady, amen, blessed with the Spirit from above….

Tyrants Anonymous

You can’t be serious, you actually want to send me there, don’t you have any idea who I will meet, there will even be worse than me, and you know what that means. The Judge reaches over the bench. the tyrant won’t shut up, he signals to the clerk, will you gag this man, he thinks he can act the bully all his life and get away with it. The guard nods, a jar of sealing wax in his hand.

Close your mouth Sir, the tyrant obeys, mystified by the Holy Order, he is powerless to resist the will of Heaven, his time is up.

Sounds funny, women at home, terrified, countries in slave status, networks trying to control entire worlds, white collar crime behind walls of steel, and the list goes on. Solomon wondered what Solomon would have done 3,000 years before, if he had to decide on what to do will all the tyrants of the world. So many self help groups only added to confusion, the situation getting worse, the children stressed, so many mothers calling out, what do you do he wondered. Ask wisdom he sighed, she will come up with the answer. in the workforce, schools, everywhere you looked, bullying, how do we sort this one out he sighed. You have to love wisdom, amen.

Multi Person Syndrome

Who Am I today, what a question to ask yourself, then again, if you exhibit yourself in the world, you want to be seen, or create the impression, how do you want to be seen, Pope Francis has a woman grab his hand and arm, two handed,

she pulls him off step, he scowls, taps her on the hand, it’s the day he is due to make a speech on violence towards women, and there he is seen slapping a woman, tap tap, then henceforth, like a scorned child, he retreats to the temple, what, and the greatest wonder of all, no security police are needed to intervene, no guns are drawn. Every other leader in the world, would have had a posse of guns around him, and the pictures would have been all over the world, where security analysts, international experts, police handlers and others, would have been interviewed on the big TV, where all day, the story would be repeated, again and again, when in fact nothing in truth had happened at all. Are we all that easy to manipulate.

Solomon was wondering how to reconcile, all the violence in the world, with the will of Peace and Love, the will of God in fact, do we ever listen to the words of Jesus, God is inside you, tap your heart, inside you, stop, but does God mix well with violence, or more succinctly, can you Love God and Love violence at the same time, is it possible. It was a mute point, the year is 2020, the changes are continuing, miracles and great events, weather warnings, many will be praying for Help, petitioning the Holy God of All, so, with wisdom in mind, you don’t need to fill the head with violent images, neither do children, amen.