Priorities

A warehouse full of unused munitions, no war on the Horizon, what are we going to do with all this stuff. The General looks at the huge collection of weapons, what do they cost, commissions, he had a few contacts, today he is not so sure. There are signs of Heavenly interventions; attempts to build division between nations, have all collapsed, he wonders what will be the cost; he calls himself a believer, many of his friends too.

The board meeting is about the unused resources, the stock is piling up. Any suggestions says the newest member of the board; a war would be useful states a voice, there is a chuckle in the room, a side comment is heard, not that again says the CEO, you didn’t complain when we deposited $20 million in your off shore account. Me says the voice.

If Country A falls out with Country B, then C will get involved, meanwhile we can get that movement going, which will increase tensions, and with that other nut job, it’s only a matter of time, before it all blows up, problem solved. Great Strategy Chief, all the heads nod. So we need to start a war to get the show moving; Is all in agreement then. They all nod again. Who do we have in foreign policy asks another. Another voice sounds; This is like a Grisham thriller, the CEO laughs, you think this is Grisham, dam peace maker.

Solomon wondered, didn’t they all know, that all the background thinking was food for the Spirit. So they met in secret places, so they tried to bribe all, so they owned governments, they were all on the radar, amen, at a time when the Heavenly Spirit was trawling the world. Solomon wanted to send them the Spirit, a story would do instead, you have to have priorities.

 

Stop Stop Stop

What, I can’t hear you, she shouts, he can’t hear that well, he is always complaining, if this was like that, the old days, the future days, all he does is complain. Stop, you are doing my head in. Who needs to hear about it every day, it does her head in. She raises the volume on the TV, it dims his words, why worry she thinks, her favorite character in the soap is about to propose to her love sweet heart, her eyes are glistening, the semblance of tears, the feeling you get, when the emotions are on the rise. Go on she says, ask her, shut up will you, If only I had ear phones, she wouldn’t have to hear him complain, she’d be able to focus on the moment, yes she says, good on you girl, it’s the first time she has seen a woman get on her knees to propose. Soap opera’s, they get you to focus on the now.

Jesus said the same, it starts today. There were many burdened by their past, carrying loads, they did not know how to unload. Jesus reminds us; put your trust in the Holy Father, learn his ways, and he will take all burdens off your shoulders, amen. When you are at your weakest, God is stronger inside you, amen.

Envy

I want to be different, there is no one like me, there is nothing I can’t do, I have the money and I can choose, I want people to look and stare, I want them to understand, I can afford this, I want them to stare, that is a real rolex on my wrist, Envy, Yeah, I want you to drool at the excess.

A world that prides itself on the creation of Idols, does it not remind you, encouraging others to worship the material, with no sense of the Spirit, or the Spiritual needs. King Solomon, the prophets, and the warnings of Jesus; don’t encourage people to envy you, unless it’s your Faith in the Most High that you want to encourage in them. The papers, the boasts, the old men and their trophy wives, the medication they hide behind, the doctors injections that keep them alive, while all the time parading to the world, their so called acumen; well, if you work like me you can have this, all of it, was it not like the temptations that Jesus had to under go; choose life He said, Eternal Life, the material can’t come with you, so what is it that you envy. Who do you want to serve; your pride or God, amen.

Let it Flow…

In company, not calm, seeking attention, stealing from yours, the well being of Spirit, and the efforts some make to interfere, mine, that damned word that is a killer, it’s no longer yours, how does it make you feel when you hear those words, could be a love you considered yours, well, the heart is punched with holes, same as the surface of the moon, it gets tough, don’t put your trust in Love, the hassle it causes, and the way you feel afterwards, damn those who try to interfere with the flow. Solomon sighed, he hoped people realized, gifts of the Spirit are for passing on, not hoarding, where did that habit come from, mine, my baby, my idea, my, oh my, mine, what a bummer of a word, all the grievance it causes.

Solomon was living in the same chaotic world, and the same challenges faced us all, there was the material Kings and the Spiritual guides, and there is a gulf between them, one reaches to the heavens, (Solomon has proof of this, pray wisely and include as many as you can, it works, when love soaked,), and there are those who want their way regardless, they assume everyone can be bought, and those who rely on Faith alone, the Spiritual, what a waste. When the flow is allowed, and allowed is the word, the amount of times he encountered those who would willingly in the face of divine intervention try to curb the instinct, surprising, when the flow is allowed to run freely, magic happens, same as words that come from a writer, the harmony that runs from a soul, the creativity of a child, there are hordes of examples, what happens when the kings of the material get their hands on it, they try to channel it, and it rolls on and usually dies, the original flow lost, or the reason for it’s being. What was that song, the words, the music, Eric Clapton, wisdom in song and rhythm, I’ll tag it to the blog he sighed, and help that flow along, amen.

It Wasn’t Us?

Impact, the influence we have on the lives of others, the red carpet is prepared so are the plaudits, the camera’s flash, smile, we are great, wow factor, then to be adored once inside the door, bling pretty clean new, the Kings and Queens of the earth, one day Solomon imagined, they would all have to account for their work.

Anger, a close up, the look in the eyes, the language, so grown up, even if meant for very young ears, well we, in a world that was over booked in terms of violence, those reading the script had a role in the matter too. Solomon watched a documentary, and it wasn’t pretty, gruesome, dark, very human and frightening.

The plans to murder, the old resentment never far from the top, Solomon listened, as locals and militia, joined in the murder of so many Jewish People, neighbors and work colleagues, quickly joining in the slaughter of millions, using the old hatred, and the false propaganda to justify their actions, it wasn’t us.

The child is five, maybe six, has to live in a difficult environment, has no place to turn, is emotionally committed, love is what we are born to, it’s the reason for being for all of us, getting along. Exposed to violence and those gadgets, he finds solace in the game that stops him thinking about, it’s how so many addictions are born.

It wasn’t us, what excuse was that, if you are aware of what is happening before your very eyes. Don’t mention hunger, amen. Imagine, God Most High is real.

Learning Irish

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

Sex Scandals

Seems we can’t get enough of it, papers full of it, Hollywood planing to make pictures of it, (a biography!), money has no friends just plenty of enemies. The Flight to the Asian paradise is nearing completion, they look at their watches, the boys smile, bird time. A case of the bird flew again. At least this time they bought plenty of the stuff that keeps you clean. Sex scandals, young, online, the couch, the daily drive to tempt you. Solomon didn’t think God Most High had the ear of the so called pious. No, the ear of the honest, at least you know what to expect, the truth.

How many times, how many different positions, what was on their minds. The stuff we tune our ear to, and the stuff we conveniently forget. Solomon sighed, now that GMH, God Most High was alert and the Spirit grew in strength

, he imagined help arriving from all sorts of places, amen.