Memory Issues…

 

Living in a world, that is full of memory, and then the large number of people, loosing their memory at the same time, and what is a memory; is it the once clean ocean, is it the clean social environment, is it the gap between the poor and the rich, is it the fifty million who lost their lives in the last war, is it the waiting list for the vital surgery, is it the tear filled ballad sung from the heart, that went to number one, and made the ego jump to new heights, memory issues, 23 trillion off shore and counting, we have a dire shortage of cash, we haven’t this and that, we used to have clean water on tap, we used to have men and women who loved romance, now we breed addicts and find ways to trap them, there are lots of memory issues.

Solomon sighed, the changing times would help with the memory issues. The memory of Jesus and his miracles, The sacrifice of those who gave up their ego’s for God’s world to come, Yusuf Islam, Cat Stevens….

yes, there are those who can make the leap, there are some great souls left.

The Light Of Heaven….

To see the wonder of the light, the hearts open, Heaven smiles, the angels relax, everyone breathes a sigh of relief, the emotions rise in the Hearts, the oppressed are no longer afraid, on the contrary, those in positions of authority, know they are being held to account, they might try and control using money and fear, but they have no answer to the power of Heaven.

Solomon smiled, what was it like in those ancient times,

times, the Children of God, under oppression and fear, afraid of their rulers, those that used Fear menace and organisation to terrorize the hearts of the people, then they see the light, Our God has not deserted us, fear not.

It is the role of every life, to add to the well being of all, the words you offer, the look in your eye, not the measure of comparison, but the meaning of real compassion. Solomon often remarked to himself and to others; how those who voiced their opinions on the unfairness of the world, the great divide, the gap between those on the bottom, and those at the top, how unfair it is they protest, while building private kingdoms for themselves, who were they fooling. Solomon was reminding himself, the words Jesus spoke about the widow and the two bits she gave; she is still remembered, while those who boasted of themselves, forgotten as fast as the smoke from a cigarette in a gale force wind, non people, amen.

Finding Agreement

A bunch of muscle flab flesh and bones gather in a large room, seeking agreement, a matter of words, once they are slung in the right order, peace is not far away. Jesus, meets some low life’s, low according to the Pharisee’s, he cures them, raises the eyebrows of the high and mighty, there is disagreement, well there would be no disagreement if he agreed with the practices of old.

The flab opens the mouth, another flab speaks up, another flab frowns, another flab checks the phone, another flab complains. They all claim to be believers, they will attend services, they will get on their knee’s, they will instruct their children, they want them to believe. So why do so many find it hard getting agreement, why the discord.

The parable of forgiveness, how often it was repeated, how many times, how many blows must you sustain, how why, why forgive anyway.

One of the flab has issues; lost a father in a conflict, had a relation who died in the war, had the hurt of others passed on to him, he was a child. In the meeting flab is touchy when harmony is mentioned and agreement; all the past hurts rush to his mind, the old memories, the hurt; if only he could have forgiven, or if the hurt had not been passed on, if only….

Demons make hay while the human soul hangs onto hurt, amen.

Believers don’t need to worry …Remember Moses, Abraham…

Easy for you to say, the words that slip from the tongue, are you able to prove it, the first words on most minds, easy for you to say. He is poorly dressed, his shoes leak, his hair is a mess, and there is only the price of a coffee in his pocket, don’t worry he says. Solomon sighed, he saw the Spirit at work, saw the anxious turn to happiness, it was the flip of a switch, come to think about it, so did Moses, but Moses always gave credit to God, he never tried to claim credit himself. Many years later, Jesus repeats the words, all glory to the Father. Those who are jealous of power and envious wondered, how can he do this; their response; he has demons in him they said. Jesus hears their thoughts, understands them better than they could possibly imagine and warns them; Dudes, you can say what you like about me, but if you dare insult the Holy Spirit, you won’t just regret it. Moses returns from the Holy Mountain, got the assurance from the Most High God, is content, this is working out he says to himself, he weeps, his joy immense, to have the approval of the eternal God, mega. Then he he see’s them back to their old ways, worshiping what’s earthly and common, same as those who judge people so quickly; not ambitious enough, you must be unwell; a child decides to serve God, had a career in front of him, what a waste his friends say. Forty years later, they ask their unambitious pal to intercede for them before God; life has a habit of turning around rather quickly. So if you believe, why worry then.

To see the wonders of God, amazing.

The Throne Room

He shows his guests around the fabulous drawing room, it’s filled with art works that you usually see in museums, he purrs as he explains; well I bought the Michelangelo when I made the deal for the..I bought the Van Goff a year later, the guests edge closer to the paintings, they want to get the smell, it’s overpowering to be surrounded by such power, well, the art pieces are not worth fifty or a hundred million, even if there are those who will pay the price, it’s the feeling of supreme authority, the fever of power, it’s so stimulating. In the company of such a power filled human being, it’s intoxication, and Mr Power knows this too well, and now that he is getting older, showing off to his friends is one of his hobbies. Did you see the way they react he says later that night, when all alone with his butler, his wife left him for the golf instructor a few years before.

While they gurgle with excitement, each of them wanting a private audience, this man can change lives, all they want to do it is imitate him. Change lives, change my life it seems, their mantra. Imagine, the lives we imitate in the pursuit of happiness. Solomon sighed, a happy breakfast; in the company of friends, food cooked with care, and no shortage of refills when the coffee is near the end. Solomon made tough decisions in his time, but there was one decision he had no choice over, the night the Great Spirit arrived, proof of divine help, the ultimate award. The riches of this world will be coveted by others, but the riches of Heaven, will be,

a love that is shared. Old Mean bag and his trophies, would leave a legacy of resentment, nothing more, as sure as sure is, when he moves on, those left behind, will gladly spill blood in order to get their hands on those trophies.

 

Romeo and the Rules

Love lost and found, Milton, the bard of Avon, the dangerous journeys, the stories written into our histories, the impossible victories, the great rescues, Samson, and his last act, David over coming the odds, there is much to remind us of the highs and lows we face everyday, and so much encouragement, did they really do that.

A mother sets out with a boat load of strangers, a flimsy craft that would not qualify for insurance, the worries she feels by passed by the freedom she hopes to find. West side story, he is not good enough, she comes from a broken home, the strange ways we are instructed in wisdom. Then the faith barriers, the rules of the organisation, how we prepare for prayer, what we eat, who we see, how we engage with others, will he change his religion, it used to be a catholic protestant thing, how will they raise the children, the Indian girl who falls in love with the boy from the wrong caste, the oaths that are taken to satisfy religious practice.

There are so many barriers to love, arrangements we have to follow, until the word expands, and understanding of the meaning of love explodes, when there is finally change. So many rules, lessons, when love does not own anything at all, yet the plans we make to control it, something we don’t even own or can ever own.

Solomon had friends from many faiths, and the faith never got in the way,  not in his mind; as he said to a fellow believer; we don’t do it all the same, same as the flowers in the garden, but at our core, we have the same engine, there is one God, and love feels the same, it’s the barriers we put in the way that defines us. Romeo didn’t follow the rules.

The Big Match… Music by dire straits, read all about it, the sultans swing…

 

Everyone is up for the game, it is all over the papers, in the heads of everyone, there is a bounce in the step, it is on the edge of domination, the thoughts in many heads, all about the big match. It will last eighty minutes, and there will be rejoicing for some, misery for others, and by the evening time, the big game will be forgotten, replaced with another Big Match, talked up, when the frenzy will repeat itself, the addicts dream.

In the middle of the joy to come, you can let the hair down, your excess’s won’t be noticed, same as your lust in those poor parts, where women are cheap, but as you open your eyes, its’ on everyone’s mind. Why are they not at the beach like the rest of us, then you remember, the big game.

Twenty per cent, probably an awful lot more, with deep seated addictive minds, and no shortage of replacements; the children can’t do without the gadgets, the parents don’t have the patience. The urge for the next hit, once you have that feeling, the big match is the cover, well, we all want to get out of our lives, when it becomes a drug, well, you are in lots of company.

Solomon sighed, how the mood is so easily changed, could be a name dropped at an inappropriate time. As for the big match, can you put yourself back to the times of the early preachers; no doctors, no hospitals, but faith in many hearts, they are all believers in the Heavenly God, problem is, it has never been fully explained, it’s inside you. Then they hear about the Healer, the testimonies, he has the power of God in him, now, that is what you call, a big match, and it lasts for ever.

Solomon, is in bed, he is contemplating, asking for help, always. There is no reason to feel proud, no one makes it alone. The air whirls, the Spirit appears, darn, this is help from the Heavens, and it’s been happening ever since.