A small miracle, the desire to learn the Irish language grows, Harry is upbeat, interested, there are twenty in the class, all mature students, when in school, many thought learning Irish was a waste of time, no money in it, no job in it, just another language that is dying, why bother, when you should be concentrating on math, who can argue with that. that was then, this is now. A dying language, so practical, the way the words fall out of the mouth, what’s in it for me, what’s in it for me, how often have you said that.
If only they made it more interesting in school, it’s how you teach it, and the values that you promote. Joy excitement intrigue meaning understanding, in school, few teachers do it that way. Can you imagine the early believers listening to Jesus, telling them about the new kingdom, the Glory of Heaven, and all that he was saying meanwhile, those who were ill were gathering to hear the good news, imagine the excitement, Mary is suddenly better, the blind leper, can see and his limbs perfect, imagine what they the believers were thinking, He is the answer to all our problems, awesome. Then he tells them, it’s inside you all, it’s the way you tell them I suppose, amen
They meet in the desert, the tents are busy, the hangers on hover around, wondering what they are saying inside. The light of God Most High shines, inside the wise men of old meet in Spirit, (They carry Holy Spirit inside), they discuss the meaning of love, and what it means in the modern world, has it changed.
Jesus stands up, he has memories, but they are not hurtful, even if they left deep scars inside and out, he has an understanding of the Father’s wish, that everyone be saved. The Great eastern prophet listens, his head to the side, the church leaders look fearful, their past connects with them when in the divine presence, it unsettles them. Moses rushes into the tent in a sweat; he apologizes for his sudden entrance, Jesus nods, haven’t seen you in awhile. Dressed in formal desert robes, old habits die hard, he has had a revelation from on high, the proverbial reminder of Heaven’s will.
We were just discussing the meaning of Love says Jesus, Moses smiles, it’s why I was summoned here.
“it’s up to us to rewrite it if that is what it takes!” Suleyman says. Jesus raises his eyebrows, he recalls the day they deserted him, left him, how often did they try to move him on, what a journey.
The prophet from the east, is listening, everyone is listening in the tent, the wisdom rolls out, actions are being mined in their heads. They decide on a first base principle;
Never take advantage of the vulnerable says Suleyman. Jesus sighs, this is going to be a long day indeed.
You are in need of help, the world is a stew and you are part of it, where do you rest in this pot full of everything, the experiences of others feeding into your imagination, the constant pull, the ability to find a free space, sometimes the hardest thing of all. Spirit, then the good news story, the lift and the forward appeal, what is going to happen next.
You rise above the problem, but it is only a temp cease in the war, it’s not long before it starts up again, is there a cure for this you think, is there more you should be doing, you seek ways to make it a little better, but your head gets a battering, your friends say, why bother it’s not going to make a difference, for God sake will you go out and live, your life will be over before you even know it.
Solomon had the answer to problems, the problems with hunger, the problem with poverty, and he had encountered the “Great Spirit”, the ruler of all, what can be done he prayed, where are we going, this can’t be happening, how is it possible he yearned.
He goes to bed and rests, aware that the angels are all around, and wisdom too, such a wonderful woman, she knows the heartfelt secrets of everyone, no one fools her. In his dreams he can visualize the problem, wisdom does the rest, isn’t she wonderful, the 24/7 carer who never stops giving. By morning time the issue is the same as it always was in the time of Jesus, share, amen.
A smile on the face of the almighty, a child’s dream is made, a woman finds a safe refuge, how hard is that, little steps, all of them, amen. There is no pride in feeding the hungry, or helping the oppressed, it’s being responsible.
Gun violence was in the news, the school children causing a riot, stirring up the temperature, putting themselves on the line, they can’t shoot children they thought. Neda, the young woman shot during the Iranian Revolution, it’s Easter, Solomon remembers.
The camera rolls while her life ebbs away, let the cameras’ roll, make my life count for something, she gasps reaching for air, knowing that very shortly she would be taking her last. Solomon imagines the last minutes of Jesus, the prisoners by his side asking questions, what sort of question would Neda have asked.
With her last few breaths, all she wants, is for the world to be aware of what is going on, the lives being stolen, the imprisonment of a nation, let the camera roll she says, then dies. So her spirit is taken up to Heaven, she meets old friends, deceased relatives, friends, then she spots Jesus, what would she say;
“they were not allowing us to live, enjoy beauty, it was as if these men were afraid of themselves” she says
“I know I know” he says with a smile on his face. he is glad she is there, there is a lot of explaining to do.
“It happened all over the place, they just enjoyed the control of women, that’s it!” he sighed, before adding;
“you give them a little power and they are soon addicted”
She rises her eyebrows, that’s it she thought, they were addicted to control right from the start.
Neda, young lady of the revolution, gave her life, made full use of it, amen.
Is life too much, are you tired, have you had enough, can’t relax, is the world coming in on you, has the actions of the school children hit your mind, what they do to help the situation, the gun violence, how the media commentates, watches, while these young people stand up, is it not ironic, to think that it is always those who are at the cliff face, who act first.
So you want to do it better, you are looking for ways to help, you want to do your bit, your not sure, your the believer who wants to stand up, yet you don’t want to be noticed, inhibited, fearful, a first timer perhaps, well, a little ease of mind and healing will help you on the right path.
I was in a class for basic computers, I can conceive any number of services, online, but I too have to be humble, so I went back to the beginning, and listened, without bias. During a few free minutes, I came across the number, 432, it’s a part of my life, so i went to check it out, and this is what I found. Music.
I played it low during the class, it was an informal group, but the two hours passed unnoticed, and it was all calm. By the way, I am a perpetual student as stated above, a maturing
one I hope. If you or anyone needs calm and healing, this is a good start, amen.
There are rules teacher, these are the rules, Jesus looked at the assembly of men, the women were at home. They’d gathered to enforce their rules; she was deemed an adulterer, her punishment, death by stoning. Their rules sighed Jesus, will they ever learn the power of forgiveness. The rabbi (Mullah, Priest, observer) puts on a solemn face, when explaining what her crime was. Jesus listens, nods his head, while scanning the crowd. The stoning is about to begin. Bundles of rocks have been gathered; the woman weeps while tied to a post, awaiting the first missile. Her crime, their shame.
The law that inflicts violence, from human to human is not of God, it is of man. Jesus steps into the arena, puts up his hand, knows all about the gathering, knows their failings, knows that the Spirit gives him the power to touch hearts. When he asks them to continue if they are clean themselves, they walk away, till all there is left is the woman. He then dismisses her, Go away woman and don’t do it again.
Violence, the threat, and those that have that power, the way that they use it. He goes to the gym, is big, flexes his muscles, lets them all know, he has power. She is the married woman, waiting. Her husband learned it from the way his own father treated his mother, assumes its normal, violence. No one opens their mouths or disagrees in this house. How many religions were like that; people afraid to speak up in case they offend the powerful ones. Solomon wondered if they understood that the violent mentality, was a habit passed on. Jesus is urging them to forgive others, was saying in affect, this is what you have to do, unless you want hatred to continue, amen.
If many of the religious minded were actual believers, and so called followers of Jesus, wasn’t it time they adapted his ways then?