The Healing Words of Jesus…

In the material, there is not much of the Spirit, and how this addiction to stuff has harmed the environments, all of them, is anyone’s guess. Of course there is help, but sometimes pride gets in the way; have I the ability to ask, every heart has to ask, did I close it off just to make others happy, did I side with those who made me feel comfortable, did I ever take a stand, did I go with the herd, did I ever really listen, to the Healing Words of Jesus, no deception. it’s inside you, space is needed, and there are those who will do their utmost to get you to follow their ways. Jesus had no way, his faith in God the Father, all credit to the Father, no idols either, why, well, as the papers remind us daily, we seem to take enjoyment watching them fall, call it envy, call it jealousy, call it what you like, the papers fill us with this sort of news, and see how easy it is, to push those buttons inside you. You only have to conjure up a name, then you apply a scandal, people are easily led.

But as Jesus said; how you judge others is how you will be judged, there is no escape from this. And if you transgress and say harmful things of the Holy Spirit, well, if you need to ask…you haven’t read the Healing words of Jesus. there is no boutique religion or tradition, no compassion, none shown, forgive and you can be forgiven, amen.

Edit Your Head

What do you mean, well, they say behind your back what they are afraid to say to your face, Solomon was reminding himself of the power of Jesus’s and I mean power, his words came with authority, they were not a wish, or stuff you want to happen, they came with the power of His God, the Creator of the universe. Jesus wanted harmony, well being, respect, forgiveness, charity and compassion, well, how else could you enjoy the Father, and the great gift you have been given.

When Pharisee’s annoyed him or were talking about him behind his back, he just reminded them. Say what you like about me, Insult the Holy Spirit, well, that’s the line you can not cross, ever. With it being Christmas, the season for all that is good, well, it’s celebrated for many reasons, but for believers, enhancing the reputation of the Father, is tops. Being a Child of the divine, you have to make the effort, you are called to eternal life after all.

With the blurb flying everywhere, buy this, that, be kind, and the other stuff, what are you going to give me, there was a lot in the heads, along with the mad news from the political world, who could imagine what was going on. So Donald has brought all the dirty laundry to dry cleaners, and there is so much of it, it would remind you of the oceans full of plastic, it’s everywhere. Time to edit the head, without a clean environment, there is no life.

Who Listens?

He raises his voice, the teacher, everyone listens, he is serious now. There is a quake inside, can’t afford to close the mind, the words pour out, there is not a sound in the room, there is full attention, he is the respected teacher. Tone of voice, respect, an interest in learning, a future, it’s important how the words come out.

The baby is in the chair, the mother is trying to feed baby, come now, the baby gurgles and laughs, is playing, mother is not impressed, she has the laundry to do, and there are a HUNDRED other jobs to be done, baby of course does not understand, living is playtime, everything baby see’s is amazing. Come now she says, while the spoon of mulch approaches baby mouth.

The Preacher is at the altar, making a speech, wants the attendance to really listen, he has his pride too, the numbers in the congregation are falling, what was a full house is now a dribble, but the preacher continues to work hard, he wants to do some impro, off the cuff, but he is not allowed to stray from the guidelines, words from the Bishop, who smiles, how did we get this far he says, as if casting an eye to a time, two thousand years ago, when there were large crowds following Jesus.

Who listens, the ears are clogged, the eyes have been blinded, we hear the voice instead we see an image, we hear the words, yet we judge the speaker, even when we agree. Solomon wondered about the impact we have in life, and how aware we are, of that influence. On stage, a school, a mosque, a church, online, how do we listen, how we use email, do we intend to upset. How do we listen; feedback usually helps, amen.

The Same One he said…really..

 

I should be here, he is awkward, there are lights on the tree, the air is filled with joy, it’s made for children, the wonder and the surprise, Ahmed is surprised, they celebrate Christmas, the birth of Jesus, the same Jesus we pray to, why aren’t we having a celebration like this. His friend TJ is showing him his home, their parents are away, normally they would not be allowed to do this, the adults not allowing it, but since they are children, they don’t have any of this bias.

Solomon sighed, how barriers are so easily created, when a little wisdom could short change this negative approach easily. Children enjoying the promise of Joy, families and friends being a little more thoughtful, people more together than usual, the world a little warmer in some hearts. Jesus, it’s the same one, for all of us ,why allow a little dogma separate you from joy.  The rules we create that divide us and the walls we build around us.

Stuff we need to get right, amen.

 

 

 

I Don’t Need an excuse….

Am I allowed to have thoughts of my own, do I have to follow what my parents did, and if I decide to do different and get it right, do I need to excuse my parents thinking, surely not, we are all different. Jesus had the same issue with the early followers, the way they castigated those not of their small flock, how come they can do it, as if they were jealous, of the others preaching the coming of the Kingdom. Jesus of course reprimands them; if your spreading the good news of Heaven your helping the cause of love and Spirit.

The child is in the back row, raises her hand, tentatively, unsure, she has the answer to the question the teacher framed, but is shy, doesn’t want to be noticed. Eventually she takes her small hand down, someone at the front got in first, another time she thinks. We all want to shine, we want to be noticed, we are human after all. Solomon was remarking on how our Spirit is often quenched before it gets to fire. He was recalling the old words of wisdom, from Jesus, how those who are supposed to preach inclusiveness often end up putting heavy weights on their own followers. Was it any wonder he told the parables in so many different ways, knowing that the story would be passed on, while mere regulations would be over ridden. AS Solomon had learned recently, there is no we in Faith, you are compassion or you are not, see you then,

amen.

Dreaming Black Friday

 

books are banned, look this way, they are not us, the rules we are imbibed with, it’s as if our thoughts are decided for us, there is a sale, we all look, is there any place where we can find peace. Dreaming, what we recall, do we see the life out there, and more importantly, there is more to you than you think. As for white this and that, what is a color anyway. It’s Christmas time, the memory of the Birth of Jesus, the refugee, on the move, the local tyranny, the Roman empire, trying to impose control. Now it’s the Friday to shop your life away, the big stores prepared, the small shop a poor relation, well, they don’t sell it, but at least they are local. How we sell our lives, and our community away, to satisfy a short term need, is this what we did to the environment.

Jesus taught us, we are Gods, all of us, but you have to create space inside, a clean up in other words. Solomon was trying to get his head around this Friday thing, all those minds with bargains on the mind, what a way to treat your life. If it was pink Tuesday, well, what does it matter, amen.

Can You Hear The Voice….

Beauty hides in the most strangest places, the stuff we surround the head with, the mental picture of the vision we see, the other stuff you learned, well, you thought you knew, the idea of that face producing a sound like that, isn’t that the same way we see a bird, we don’t consider the feathers or how green red or blue it looks, those thoughts are not in your head, your looking at nature, your not trying to analyse it, it’s there, it exists, it’s something you want to listen to, just the voice, it catches our ear, connects with a peace inside us.

The picture in our heads, how we zone in with the eyes, can it be for real, the sweet noise, the picture, what, the voice and sight does not register, it’s the way we see it, the stuff we learned, so this is what we think. Solomon was listening to the voice, the noise was sweet, but the presentation wasn’t exactly great, not what he was used to. The simplicity, it was as if another lesson was learned, how we assume that which we do not understand, can produce such a noise. He recalled the news of the singer on stage, the voice, then the source of the noise, out of reach mentally, not the picture we had of the voice. Is this how those with sight loss see it, with a different sense, or was that How God inside us saw it, amen. We seem so regulated internally, as if we don’t believe it, where did the voice come from after all…