The prophets of old, the words of Jesus, written many times, the day is unknown, the hour, but when it happens, the great change, it will be instant, the light of God will be all the religion they will need. In a nutshell sighed Solomon, rather than dwell on what divides so many believers, who not focus on what we have in common, and work back, love God first, and it will all work out. Not bad trying to figure out your purpose on earth, amen.
You can have petty arguments that blow up into full scale revolutions, the harm you think your putting an end to, only to realize later the bigger hole you have built for yourself, thereby the merry go round of harm spins faster, the eye for an eye mentality that so many hold so dear, ends up destroying happiness and causing even more harm everywhere, the very goal you had when your started your emeute, as Victor Hugo would say, an end to it. Retaliate, how we hear those words, we have to avenge ourselves, we have to get even, we will lose face, how many wars were started with that mindset, nations and tribes emotionalized to the point of frenzy, while the voices of reason were drowned out.
Solomon sighed, it was refreshing to hear the comparative remarks of Donald Trump, who decided not to avenge the so called hurt caused in the Arabian Gulf, be it a blip, be it a bonfire started by a child, two tribes didn’t go to war, and reason was used, when the expected response didn’t occur. Emeute, struggles that can be solved without blood shed, you just have to listen.
Solomon was reading the literary classic of Victor Hugo, pages of rhythm, written 150 years ago, explaining how the world had to learn from it’s past. Many years later, after so many social changes, the core of the book, still holds. Hugo, Thanks for making the effort, amen. Having encountered the Spirit, Solomon had his own reasons for listening; we are under the Holy Radar, what a great feeling, amen.
The yeast in the mixture, the smile on your face, could it be that easy you ask. The glance across the office, that says it’s okay, we got over it, you can approach me and ask, the fear that is dismissed with eye contact, what’s the worry, the sincere expression that cannot be faked, when it’s real its’ real. the role of every life, Spirit raising, assumes that there is somebody more important that yourself in the room. The child comes home, the shoulders are shrunk, the child is worried, the mother knows immediately, what’s wrong she says, the child is not afraid, he slowly tells the story, in a minute he is feeling all right.
Imagine, Solomon sighed, it was a hard emotion, the small friend who can’t explain it, the fear that his phone hides, the worries of the bigger ones, the fear that is trapped and can’t get out. Solomon was sending the reminder to himself, those who were left behind while those who built themselves kingdoms thought it was all right. the toe rag mentality was a mind set of those of arrogant disposition, he had encountered them regularly, so he warned them about the Spirit, well, it was possibly the best news possible since the days of old, God is real, I have seen the Spirit, watch this space, amen.
Solomon smiled, it was passing on the Spirit, it was just an every day thing, no idols, amen.
The tips you pick up online, how to get ahead, how to read the stock charts, how to make a million, how to deceive your parents, how to deceive anyone. The words you need to use, how to respond, how to remain calm, how to get others to lose focus, how to run your own cult, how to control anyone, finding out as much as you can, the stuff you can use to create the impression of knowing them, how to undermine trust, how to get them to run, the world is a world of confused ants, women who diet but never succeed, men who strive while so few succeed, there has to be a better way, does that sound real. The story of fake news, many were complaining about it, how opinions are twisted, false ideas giving head space, all from the different manuals in self-harm. If you exhibit the signs of mental well being if you behave this way, who do you want to be, just follow the manual?
Solomon read many conflicting stories, heard many views, why believe in that Church, my version is better, there is contradiction everywhere, a constant news feed. The signs from above, the sun that shines on everyone, the lessons for everyone, it’s strange how disaster or coming disasters get us to think as one, it’s going to affect us all, how are we going to deal with it. When all is said and done, compassion is not taking advantage of others, love is being patient not demanding all the time, and forgiveness, it’s something rarely practised at all, but spoken about. Solomon listened to many differing opinions, the ways the mountain is climbed, we are better, they are ignorant, they haven’t evolved, he heard so many arguments. For all their arguments, Spirit is central, it’s inside you, you make choices, it’s not complicated, same as the parables of Jesus, why was he given such wisdom, or do you need to ask. Did he create envy, or a desire to hear more words of wisdom?, and when you hear those words, does it not put your heart at rest!
She passed on, this day in fact, the year 1431, burnt at the stake, she heard the voice of God, was filled with the Spirit, the same power that gives the swallow a lift, fly, the bird flies, and before her, as said all those years ago, by Jesus Christ, you murdered the prophets of God, and then built tombs to them and venerated them afterwards, the words of ancient scripture, come through, while the prophets are a tide that never fails to arrive, washing away the stone of stubborness, planted in the souls of men, who envied power and control. But the tide of Prophets comes and comes again, same as those warriors facing the machine guns with only swords in their hands. Is this the reason we are given examples of huge human loss, as the human tide tries to overcome the demon, amen. Solomon sighed, it is one way of viewing the journey, and the ever lasting eternal gift that is waiting, when the walls are breached and torn down. The souls mount up, the Body of Christ strengthens, layer after layer, until they fill the body of Man, thereby allowing the return of God’s Holy Spirit to earth. Solomon smiled, yeah, we have come to that moment, thank you Joan of Arc, and all those you inspired, amen.
Ironic really, those that tried to control the earth now have to clean up the mess they created, hurry up boys!
Movie titles, credit lists, the long list of names that took part in the production, it wasn’t a one man game, collective, the world, same as all those species fighting to hang on, each bit playing a part in the life of another, some might call it space wars. Solomon sighed, the world was addicted to the image driven world, where outside beauty mattered over everything else, which of course can be easily manipulated, and has. Jesus reminds us, it’s your heart where all your beauty is stored, and so we have idols who try to grab our attention, and those you try to open our hearts, in the hope that we can see, it’s a real space war. Solomon sighed, it’s not hard to work out what matters when your old and wrinkly and lying on the bed, your hair is grey, perhaps falling out, your teeth no longer bleach, and your ability to do the basic toiletries, to say the least, a bit inhibited. Boy, don’t you wish your heart was full of good deeds to reflect on, rather than the state of your decaying body, what the difference a smile makes, amen. Can you imagine the God of Jesus residing inside a rubbish dump of a life, with a big smile on His Face.
Charlie walks the sidewalk, he is dressed as usual, poor, a limo pulls alongside. Inside, dressed to the nines, some folks he used to know, is that Charlie Brown, damn has he changed. Charlie, he recognises the voice, it’s from another time, one of those. They tried to lord it over everyone, played the markets, robbed from pension funds, and laughed all day long, this is so easy, just put your man in the position and he will pay and pay. Charlie refused to play their game, he left them years ago. Charlie smells the expensive perfume, she is as thin as a rake, is that the fashion these days, Charlie is thin cause he can’t eat often enough. They invite him into the limo, Charlie come on dude, is this meant to be real. He is on his way to see a friend, they are on their way to a party. Choices sighed Charlie who loved to drink. Got an appointment he says, walks on. The car pulls away from the kerb, what a dumb ass the thin rake says. Charlie makes the friend’s house, he is doing a little healing, has a great relationship with God, he just has to ask. Politics and God does not mix, money never has loved anyone yet, and the Holy Spirit doesn’t come around too often.
Solomon sighed, the dream he had the night before, the three men in suits, had a boy with them, a very sick one, frail and thin, only divine help would help him, so they travelled with the child, they hear about the power of Jesus and the Spirit, could it be real. The Father loves the child, and the young boy urges them, he has had the dream too
. It’s the story of old, how they travelled to see Jesus, the power of the Spirit was in him, so they went the distance to see him, made the effort, we only have to touch him they felt. The child is brought back to health before their eyes, then the three wise men, star-struck, this is better than Lazarus, they see it with their own eyes, Solomon smiled. He saw the men in the dream, this is the Power of Heaven. We only have to raise the Spirit, Amen.