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.

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Write or Listen

The anxious writer is frustrated, like a junkie seeking the hit, the dealer is late, and he is getting upset as hell. He moans in front on the machine, darn, where is my inspiration, the stuff sends him into another dimension; allows a fertile imagination to go places, some light, mostly dark, where is the dealer, his nerves are at him, in frustration he thumps the table, I need my fix, shit, I will get a new supplier, frustration, he teeth chatter, he is feeling the withdrawal, he has to produce some words, he is a writer after all. Where do you go, he refuses to put words on the page, he is waiting, words, me, me, me.

To listen these days sighed Solomon, is so rare. So many want the attention, can they ever listen, the big man with the power, a junkie for attention, demands, takes what he wants, and worse than that, expects to get away with it. Where is this humility these believers are supposed to have, it is written in the books of old, a little respect. The husband who bosses the wife, sits, where is my meal, darn good cook though.

Write or listen, Solomon smiled, he heard a voice call out the Holy Name, he was heading home, to his temp abode, he laughed inside, the words of old were on many lips, and people were listening. To imagine, a gathering of folks, all sorts, listening to the prophets, wondering what Jesus was going to do next, while all Jesus did through his life, was encourage the kingdom of God, on earth. Listening is good too.

The junkie writer gets the hit, he launches into words, that will impress them he thinks. Jesus, just told the truth, amen.

Head Thrash

To spend an hour getting the crease right, get angry, getting upset, getting wound up, feelings you will have forgotten an hour later, only to get annoyed in the office, when a junior makes a mess, an opportunity to show your credentials, imposing your will over another human being, same as the tramp who becomes a millionaire after winning the lotto, who starts imposing his will over those who looked down on him, because he can, and everyone bowing and smiling at what they were repulsed by, cause they now want a share of what he has now, not that they had any notion of sharing his anxiety or distress. Is that a description, or just a throw away comment; but then again there are those who dress to impress, sort of fool us, as if their beauty will distract us and we will not be interested in anything else. Head thrash sighed Solomon. The lowest common denominator, had changed, sex and money had been replaced by the environment, times were changing.

Friends From Heaven

So many spend their existence climbing the ladder, hoping to mix with those who have, spending their lives gathering what they will have to give away in the end, perhaps praying more as they age, hoping, while holding on to what chains them to the material, recalling their friends who have gone, wondering if they will meet after they pass, wondering who are their friends in Heaven.

Solomon paused, there was talk of change on the talking drums, was it talk, or was their going to be action. To have lived with those who lived fulfilling lives, who are recalled on account of their kindness, recalled cause they were compassionate, recalled because they were not the judging type, recalled because they leave a legacy worth remembering.

The Great truth, in times of old, the certainty of Heaven, and life mirrored that belief in many places; there is a God, you better listen and whatever you do, don’t offend him. Solomon sighed; when you know this truth for certain, and for certain he knew, it was wise to leave a legacy that others would find helpful, in their time too.

True Love

The power of the prophets, the foundations of every great relationship, True Love. Solomon sighed, the Heavenly Father never lets down his own, he might rebuke them, teach them, spoil them occasionally, but he always acts out of love.

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Mr Gandhi, Happy Birthday

Yes, today is his birthday, that humble man, who forsook the normal world as we see it, and gave his time to finding a solution to the Indian Issue, how peace works best, we recall his ways, and in times of conflict many recall his methods, the heart needs to change for real change to begin, and he reached out to others, his Faith was of God, there was no other, today Mr Gandhi, across the world in many places, many are saying prayers of thanks, for that Spirit of peace and non violence you poured into the world.

Solomon sighed, we need more of that Spirit, and Mr Gandhi’s example. Where are the great men of this generation, are they spending many millions on private this and that, what will their legacy be wondered Solomon. No matter how hard others tried to sway his opinions and twist his faith, Solomon could not ignore the power of Spirit, and the night it came to visit, and it came, it was the greatest of all truths, the stories of old, were made real. You mean we are all divine, well, this is what Jesus told his early followers, there is Spirit, there is God, you have to create the space inside, which is not that easy in so busy a world, just requires time and space, should you decide, amen.

Energy and Spirit

A good teacher does not need to use the rule book to control the class, a wise preacher does not use harsh words to frighten from the pulpit. Solomon is a listener; listening is awareness, it’s not the ideas you have in your head, it’s the ideas others have in their heads; it’s something many preachers have closed their mind to; listening to what is going on in the hearts of their flock; dishing out what and what you should not do, is not the food you give to those who are believers; you might make suggestions to the new b’s, but to those who have been around, the tendency ought to be wise encouragement.

Energy and Spirit worked hand in hand; There is a lightness of being when in the company of those who are light; even in the gravest of occasions, words of comfort are the first words you expect to hear; given the invisible nature of bad

bad Spirit and how it finds a resting place among the resentments most people carry; it goes without saying, that when you want to find your way out of the material maze, presenting a copy of the rules, while making you appear knowledgeable and learned, it wont get you out of the maze your in.

Solomon sighed, there were many giving instruction on ways of finding the Spiritual truth; the inner well being of the self and how it affects those around you, but for all the guides, there was but One God. So many signs about, they ought to understand what is happening he sighed.