Homeless in the U.S.A..

DETROIT (WWJ) – They’re trying to make a point about poverty. The Detroit Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) Poor People’s Campaign has set up 25 tents now occupied by homeless people, northeast of downtown Detroit. Some suburbanites headed to grand opening concerts at Detroit’s Little Caesar’s Arena this week noticed the encampment, on Mt. Elliott…

via 25 Tents Shelter Homeless Poor Just Outside Downtown Detroit — CBS Detroit

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I can teach you how to heal, you can make your friends well, you will be able to banish demons, you will be able to transform your neighborhood, you will live for ever, and your children will be successful, you only have to folly my ways, it’s that simple, just respect the Father and follow my ways, it’s that simple, well, what are you waiting for, it’s your inheritance. What an offer to make, imagine it, just to think and act it in love. 2,000 odd years later, it seems a great offer, and it’s free, you just have to love, amen.

Solomon was reflecting on the past events, the false promises made by so many seeking power, and was comparing it with the offer of eternity, it was a no brainer, listen!

The Vocation

Well, we have to indoctrinate you, empty your head, dump whatever is inside, then fill you with our stuff, and it takes a few years, we don’t want any loose canons as they say. The vocation, a soldier to a doctrine, no thoughts of your own, our way, and you will be disciplined if you get ideas, you have to consult us first. He scratched his head, this is a loving vocation, every commitment to a higher love, assumes constant learning, and wisdom, not indoctrination. Solomon sighed, if there was no love the vocation didn’t actually matter, be it a teacher, a doctor, a nurse, or preacher. They stole the message of Jesus, and used it as a marketing tool, while ignoring the teaching altogether. He thought of his small friend, the days they went to the monastery, and how the young boy wore amazed smiles, while discovering the peace for himself, an experience he would never forget, amen. The vocation was in everyone, it was teaching them all how to love, amen.

The Voice

Her ears shifted up, it was the voice, there was a rhyme in her heart, it wasn’t that she listened to pure rhythm, it was the way her heart reacted, there was an ease in her stride, even if she walked in the dark, she couldn’t see, so she learned to feel emotionally, the senses. Her eyes had never been cast upon envy as the eyes do normally see, they did not see the love that was on parade, it wasn’t that she wasn’t feeling inside, it was the way she expressed herself, the gentle sigh, the call of a bird in the trees, love is never threatening, just brings along a case of sensuous anxiety sometimes, so it was to the voice she was tuned, it was how she dealt with the difficulty of sight, having eyes and being unable to see, being blind while being able to see.

Solomon was remarking on the reaction of a fried, the widening smile, and how easy it was to ad a little sparkle to any life, how the lack of threat was freedom to many, just being able to be oneself, true. There are words we want to put on situations, sometimes we can’t find them, our emotional baggage is too heavy, other times we are afraid to utter them, afraid of the reaction and how it could change something. In the cafe he heard her voice, it wasn’t the conversation, it was the way she blended her smile and words with that voice, amen. It was music for the heart, that voice.

Global Warming

“you mean we aren’t responsible for global warming” asked daisy, who was seated at the rear of the class. it was a bunch of ten year olds, Solomon was filling in for the regular teacher, had no class prepared, the head teacher just asked him to supervise, kill the hour with them, surf the net, whatever, so long as they don’t make noise, okay!.

He sounds like my elderly aunt he thought as he walked the corridor, thinking, what would be a good subject to chat about, he was a good talker, and children love good stories. What’s in their own interests, make it personal for them, but not too personal. My Dad is an alcoholic and my mother is in rehab, how cool is that, no, not that reality, a little else, what is in the interests of children. They like animals, who doesn’t, they

like flowers, is this cheesy he thought as he entered the class. It was his first week as a newly trained teacher and he was getting used to it. Being a role model in the lives of the young was a big responsibility, they ought to pay us more he thought, his hand feeling the credit card bill he slipped into his pocket that morning, half his first weeks wages would go with it.

Mrs Murphy is sick and I’ll be taking over the hour he said.

He wrote on the board, in big letters. 70% of the worlds species are extinct or facing extinction.

Are we responsible for killing animals said daisy, whose father was a farmer, as well as thrashing the environment. My dad says you have to drill twice as deep these days to get clean water.

You are not responsible for global warning either, we are, my generation are!

so what are you going to do to fix it then asked Aaron. We can always hire a lawyer and force you by the way, that’s what they say, if they damage your prospects make them pay.  Can children take lawsuits to force the government to do the right thing regards the environment asked another ten year old.

Aaron turned around, if they can impeach Donald they can do anything. Trumpie!!

Saturday Night Fever

Just keep me busy, i don’t want to think about it, in her head, once she throws her arms around another human, she’ll forget herself, maybe find love, is that asking too much. She stands before the mirror, notices the magazine headline, she reads while sitting on the loo, 100 ways to feel more confident, written by a successful woman, who led a so called perfect life, her smile is perfect.

Her eyes are sad, but she thinks of a happy event, suddenly she spots a smile, her grin widens for a few moments, she just needs reminding.  She doesn’t want to be exploited, she’s had enough of the advice experts, but she’s afraid she’ll miss something if she doesn’t buy it. The cell rings, the taxi is outside, she grabs her purse, one look at the mirror, she’s gone. The journey is a drama, the streets pass by, her gaze follows them, her head is pointed out of the window, were here the driver says. She puts on a smile, hands over the fare, keep it she replies to the extra. Her friends are inside, two vodka’s and she’ll  be fine, Saturday night fever time. the music is live, it feels different, hasn’t heard live in a while, the crowd is different, they seem to be listening, they don’t hit on her, they are actually dancing too, her heart begins to flutter, she hasn’t felt like this is in a while. would you like to dance her friend says. they bob and jive, the energy flows, the alcohol is secondary, she is having a good time. three  hours later she is heading, Saturday night fever, she feels good for once, goes home with a head on her shoulders, not with a human fever, what the difference a prayer makes.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, it is amazing what God can do, just belie

ve it, amen.

The Boss

lends you a soul, a way to do good, sends you the prophets, to remind you that all of you, are a gift, and talents is as well, amen. Finding a meaning, do good, clean up the act, your soul is not yours, neither is love, it’s yours to farm that’s all, and if you do a good job, as the boss said, you’ll be given more, amen.