Answer: No one Yesterday, I wrote about the Hindu god, Ganesha, being worshiped in a Roman Catholic church. See here. Really strange stuff. That got me to thinking a bit more about Hinduism. Readers of this blog know I was a big fan of The Byrds rock and roll band way back in the day. […]
DETROIT (WWJ) – They’re trying to make a point about poverty. The Detroit Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) Poor People’s Campaign has set up 25 tents now occupied by homeless people, northeast of downtown Detroit. Some suburbanites headed to grand opening concerts at Detroit’s Little Caesar’s Arena this week noticed the encampment, on Mt. Elliott…
She pushes the buggy, she’s a young mother, it has not been easy, the windows she passes, she can see but can’t afford. The boy she pushes is her two year old son, his father is a delinquent, he has left them both. The money in her pocket will feed them for a few days, cheap pizza from the discount store, sugary biscuits and a little extra, not much more. Across the street, a stranger watches, he has been sent to help, they know she is in trouble. A vulnerable young woman and child is seen as easy prey to the evil mind, easy to coerce and control. She moves on, her smile is pursed, the child giggles, they pass the sweet shop, the boy cries out, she reverses, she can’t afford it but she tries. God Most High watches, 25 trillion off shore and the same again in other places. She feels the coins in her jacket, it was the money for the milk. They enter the shop, she stands before the display, the stranger enters, bumps into her, has gentle eyes. Nice boy he says, looking at the child, the eyes light up, the boy begins to laugh, the mother is surprised, she does not often see him like that, all lit up. You dropped this he says, with a knowing smile. She can read his thoughts, really she asks, he nods again, he never forgets he says. That smile is worth billions to the boss, every time he see’s one, something good happens.
We are going to have a treat today she says out on the street, while junior plasters his face with some sticky sweets, yeah says the kid, now we are really living mom
He said there was a safe place, a bunker built in the event of a grand storm, she hid her pain in her clothing a memorial to hurt, at every opportunity she was ready to raise that hate filled voice, the repairs were going to be a godsend to many thousands of relief workers, mothers could look forward to Christmas knowing he’d be working till Christmas and beyond, we haven’t seen one of those for a while said the senator, he traveled down to see the damage for himself, and the pictures would go well with his version of history, that was when i went to the aid of the hurricane victims, really granddad, it was news in many different forms, the lucky the sad and the prospectors.
Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, and wrote about it almost daily, in order for others to be informed, divine intervention and real love was connected as they say, and it was the duty of the religious communities to make this clear, not to hide the great truth from everybody. The only call they were making this morning was to their insurance companies, the lucky ones who had it covered, meanwhile, they would go on printing inexhaustible supplies of paper money, while telling everyone they had to tighten their belts, S
olomon didn’t think so, amen.
It was a spiders web, so many connections you just can’t escape it, wisdom. Solomon was listening to an old prophet, the music from his lips the mood of his heart, he recalled to himself as he listened, that the wisdom of ancient scripture was just as described, the problem was, that those passing on the religious message got lost in their thoughts, assuming them knew it better than those they were meant to serve. It wasn’t a criticism, it was just a human fact, and it gave further credence the old words of Jesus, the principle of being born again, relearning and getting a better understanding of what we thought we knew.
The absolutists thought that what they knew was it, and failed to pass on, the news, wisdom was a healthy tree a healthy river that kept on delivering. Every day was a source of wisdom, the songs on the radio, the newspaper headlines, it was all connected. He listened to music 50 years old, and what the prophet was saying, was more true now, than when the song was first written. So what sources of wisdom did you come across today, it was a question everyone ought to have asked themselves, at least once a week.
A young man in North Korea is the ultimate dictator, he wants to hold on to power at home, so starts a panic away from home, reminding his subjects, see what i can do. On a more simplistic level, perhaps we should have thought about such problems long before it came to this, seriously. well at least the neighbors were getting the three in the morning warning, did we actually help this guy!
why bother, he is not coming around, try one of these, go on, take one, it will make you feel good, look he hasn’t shown up for years, the believer is tired, has heard this talk before, his truth is eternal their truth is an addiction. Solomon recalled the words of old, the mocking and harassment the original believers had to endure, he is not coming. Well, Solomon had surprise news, he had encountered the Spirit that transform lives for good. The changes going on were all pointing to the new world order, it had arrived, at last. The threat against the Spirit that lived in so many hearts had been torn and twisted for so long, so long that it had nearly passed away. The constant taunting, the envy that was sowed, you mean your not a millionaire yet, your wife is over weight, that husband of yours is fat, do call what your doing life, wasters. The assault was continuous, the bias, your not like them, do you see how they treat their women, “their women”, who did they think they were.
Many years ago, Jesus told the early apostles, you have God inside you, ask and you will receive the gifts, its’ really that simple. Lost in translation was a saying that came to mind, how the truth of old was miss managed, it was time for a new outlook, it was time for all to find the higher ground, amen. The Spirit of God could do anything, problem was, that Spirit was under assault, and the only way to restore it, was to love fully, amen.
He can’t be serious, have you seen what he is doing, the Japanese will never allow it, take it away from him, can you imagine if there is an accident, what happens if the technology fails, what then. In Beijing the counsel of wisdom meets, the alarm bells are going off, a rather impatient man has a hand that is in reach of the panic button, he is known to react, the odds are long but the results would be a disaster. A lone figure speaks, a man they banished to the side many years ago, an old timer. He stands before them.
We could control his father he tells them, but this young man, he does not understand, one error and the whole of china could be ruined, have you thought about that.
In the annals of history, life and death often resided around the actions of one man, the world of the tyrant is evidence of it everywhere, the names don’t need recalling, they are in every history lesson. Some say there are too many of us.
Solomon imagined the conversations going on in some far off places, then remembered, the words of the old master, how a bad man with a good reputation was the most dangerous of all. It is so easy to massage the minds, well, if he is doing it it must be okay. The world was and is going in some strange directions and the signs were everywhere, it was time for wisdom, time for a Chinese takeaway.
Days later, the young dictator is removed, everyone breaths a sigh of relief.