Jesus sends out the 72

They saw him lay hands, they saw him heal, they saw him bring Lazarus back to life. Apostles, chosen to promote the eternal kingdom, given the power of stamp on snakes, scorpions, and no harm came to them, in the Holy Name, he protected them. As for idols, there is only the Father in Heaven whom you should worship.

Solomon wondered about the great fear that was being spread across the earth, and the affect it was having on the Spirit, the life line to Heaven. It was written about, Esdras, said it clearly. Remain in His love, and you will never have to worry, God rescues His people.

Human Nature

We can alter your genetic code, we can change the way you think, we can do all sorts of stuff, it’s just a case of being a spy. Clever people, the days when the water was clean, wasn’t good enough, the speed with which we communicate, wasn’t fast enough, the progress that we need, the days that could not pass soon enough, the reach for the top of the pole, human nature, have they learned anything at all.

Solomon read the story of our Genes, the history of DNA, the view some took, usually, a very rich elite, who assumed they could breed our problems out of existence, and gave so many tyrants an excuse. 2020, the rate of addictions accumulate, the reality of this, anyone’s guess, where our habits are leading us, did they ever listen to the ancient words, or the wisdom of Jesus.

Solomon sighed, if only we could slow down, stop for a week, even pretend it’s Christmas, or any other festival, how could it harm us, to slow down, before our thoughts of the next stage of progress finally drown us. Reading the old scriptures, Solomon listened to the warnings of the prophets; this world belongs to God, we better get used to it, amen.

Jesus and Grief

Grief, what grief, don’t you listen, eternal life means eternal life. His followers are shocked, what sort of man can say this, how they looked at each other, has he lost his marbles. Solomon was listening to a friend who was going through the proverbial zone of misery, it was all going pear shaped, and there was no end in sight. It reminded him of the words of Ezra, and the journey of the soul, when it passes from this life. Death is not the end, as for those who worry about funerals, his remarks to those who wanted to follow him were just as curt; Burying the dead, watch the vultures gather. Solomon wondered too, hard words. Thinking about it, he tried to recall all the funerals he attended, the cries and tears of those who grieved with the deceased’s next of kin, then the laughter and the chat soon after. Within a day or two, the body in the ground was all but forgotten, apart from those near to the deceased, who grieved over their loss, amen.

Put your faith in the life eternal, treat those along the way with respect, be kind to those in need, have patience when it’s least expected of you, and you will have a happy death, amen.

INN Keeping with the Spirit…

 

She pulls her bag, the shoppers pass by, she is not covered in smiles, quite the opposite. She wants to get home, she is safe there. Just feeling safe, there is a lot for her to worry about, her friends have gone their ways, she rarely hears from them, booze and anxiety causes separation, its’ a busy world. God will help me, she prays a lot, Her Faith is based on her deeds; she has given a lot and not asked for much in return. Her bag clinks, it’s a lonely time, she wants her time out, the past can be hard to bare. She toiled with the oppressed, gave more than most, now her Spirit weeps, she is in need of a revival.

Inn Keeping with the Spirit, sighed Solomon, and difficulty with the birth, the lack of space, the need to find a shelter, for the young life inside her to survive, or for the Spirit inside her to revive. Many stories are told, the beautiful Jesus, the wealthy visitors with the gifts for the new King, the threat against the new Spirit. There are many ways to interpret Christmas, but in keeping with the Spirit, finding a suitable space for the Spirit to revive, could be the answer to all our problems, just as the story suggests, amen.

A tribute to a long passed friend, who was there for many, but fell foul of the demons, be blessed, amen.

Wisdom

Rules, we were made to break them, improve on them if you like, so the young assistant listens to the old man, rules, it was her middle name, the fear of getting it wrong, and the paralysis it creates. She was trying to appease the old man, they get diddery don’t they. She mixes the drink with the clotting agent, his swallow is difficult, the muscles don’t have the same dexterity, she assumes he doesn’t want to choke. Where are you from he asks, then he said, I like your accent.

I come far from here she says, her accent east European. She spoons in the thickening agent, and passes him the cup of tea.  He sips with difficulty. Her hand takes his shoulder, leans him forward, makes it easier. He swallows easier. I like your accent madame he says with a smile, so you have traveled too she imagines. You didn’t tell me where you are from, he says, he is smiling at her. why would anyone be interested in where she came from. She remembers her mother, her father, those left behind, inside she sighs, thinking of them, and the struggle they made in order to give her the freedom to travel. Wisdom he smiles, as if he could read her mind. Don’t be afraid to ask he says, with a smile.

The Living Spirit

You don’t put in a box and take it out Sundays, it’s not a darn car, the Living Spirit, how often had it been said, you don’t put if off and leave it for special occasions and celebrations, it’s a daily thing. it’s not a woman either, or a date on a Friday night, dressing up, extra face paint or a clean shirt, it’s none of that either. They looked at him, Solomon sighed, I would be looking too if you only knew, the Spirit was alive inside him, and it came with reminders, There is a God, how often do we forget that, he sighs, why do we cart all that baggage with us, a memory he sighed. He was trying to explain the meaning of Spirit, how active and powerful it is, and the respect it demands.

It’s the people you meet along the way, the other souls you meet, how do you treat them, do you look away and ignore them, or do you give them a lift. They looked at him, their heads shaking, who is this man, Solomon did too. All he needed to know, there is a Heavenly Power, you raise the Spirit and get a track record, and they will never forget you.

The Season of lent, what was he giving up, he had so little he could hardly pay the rent. Did they remember the vows they swore the day before, same as those action movies, you forget the story and remember the celebrities. Supposed to be the other way around, the darn story, not the celebrity. The old scriptures, fast from being mean and resentful, there is enough bias in the world to fill the darn Atlantic ocean. So many things they want to know, no wonder Jesus gave out to the apostles, they even complained when he was nice to women, amen.

Solomon sighed, the desert, where he found space, he was far from that, get away and free the Spirit, he pressed the button, and let the voice in, sweet soul music. a half hour of inner peace, the cheapest form of therapy on earth, good music….such as Ray…

 

Letting the secrets flow…

Having troubles, demons around, had enough, want to do something about it, “Joe the Slink” wears a sly grin, a member of the green mafia, an Irish outfit, he is passing on advice to a new member, there is the sense of desperation for anyone who wants to join, so Joe wants to impress the new member, give him a signing on present, same way they give you a bonus when you sign on for war, well, unless your medicated how else are you supposed to kill someone, you have to fill the head, get rooted as they say.

Man of poor reputation, throws the goodwill, gifts, suddenly, he’s all right. Joe the slink is no different, we wants the new recruit to have a happy first day, so he asks the new Member, “Sean, is there anything we can do for you he says”. The boy smiles, they are the words he wanted to hear.

“My Mother wants to get rid of demons and she says all you have to do is pray in the Name of Jesus, for someone good to pray for it, and your prayer is held, can you do that Mr Slink, please!”

Joe has got a dilemma, the kid is asking him to commit suicide.

The boy goes home, his head down, sad faced, Joe wasn’t able to pray for it, what will he tell his Mother, I failed.

“I told you they were all the same didn’t I!”

 

 

Insider trader

The nod, the purchase, the shifting of profits, some obscure little Island few have reason to visit, an Island with no resources, other than the shelter it provides to ill gotten gains, and the avoidance of responsibility, thereby giving all that is wrong, comfort, rewarding all that needs changing. Smug politician, the money is off shore John, no one can touch it his finance helper says, yes, where do they learn such things. How can I get access to the cash he wonders, his financial helper smiles, his eyes open, he slides a credit card across the table, use it when your outside the country, it’s impossible to trace, big smile of the smug political face, you think of everything John, who wears a fat grin.

Why are we going to visit that place, his wife asks, he sighs, surprise darling, he hands her a precious gift, she is stuck for words, her heart sighs, he loves he still, she begins to cry, he soaks it up, an arm around the shoulder, they pass through the small town, a bank, then a long road of offices, she is admiring the gold bracelet, he loves me she thinks….

She provides children, a steady home place, doesn’t ask too many questions, and does what she is told, while he is the inside trader.. Solomon sighed, God Knows all too

well…The housing estate with no green area, the young Spirit sold out, a burden the insider trader will never understand, till it’s all too late, surprise

Big Eyes…

Turned down, abused, miss treated, as soon as she wakes, she forgives it all, don’t carry the baggage dear, the night before, she was a dancer, taking off her clothes, writhing for men, a snake charmer, shuffling her body like a deck of cards, going table to table, there is a time limit, she needs to get paid, she is going through college, she wants to be an aid worker, healing is her role.

Next morning, She dabs the lips, she will spend an hour at the shelter, go from room to room, drop a few bills here and there, just chat for a few minutes, the higher power is helping her, one day her face will grace all the magazines of the world, she is a star in the making.

From cold places, from experiences that few can handle, can you imagine getting your clothes off to entertain men, probably not, to earn a living, that is different, the inner feeling and the face you attach, this too will pass you tell yourself, someone good will eventually come along, he begins to froth she sighs and wiggles some more…

In the expression she can spot the menu, it’s on the drink splattered table, the risque list, the do’s and the don’t’s, being able to read it, is the greatest expectation of some. Smile big eyes, your day has come!., the Spirit tells her it’s all going to work out…

Solomon sighed, the games they played, the hints they drop, was it really worth it, there were many waking to a better day, the Spirit from above was over powering evil, and turning those of evil intent into babbling fools, of course it’s worth it, the world has never seen so many changes in so short a time, it was all good, amen.

Don’t Laugh At Donald!!

The Golden hair do is having a bad hair do day, in TV rooms in exclusive places, there

are those laughing loudly, feeling that they have been vindicated, there is a sense of poetic justice about, and american liberals are feeling hopeful again. World leaders are getting their short term thrill. This is the end they feel, of ” The Donald “.

I am a believer in the great mystery of the Lord, and how every opportunity is used, to teach, pass on wisdom, enlighten.

Don’t laugh at Donald, while he has united many in the opinion others have of him, why not think of this!…

While all the talk is going on, and the anger mounts, the recriminations, the sexy stories, and the delirium of some, apart from the efforts to shame people, there is a famine going on in Africa, children, men, women, can’t find a piece of food, while the tabloids write like addicts on sexual activities that took place thirty years ago, who is fooling who.

Solomon encountered the cloud, the Heavenly powers were watching the games too.