I’ve decided to make international birthdays “a thing”. How on earth my thirtieth in Hamburg was an entire year ago, I have no idea but somehow September rolled around again and I decided to head off to Oslo, Norway.
The congregation was thin, and the empty aisles were bare, he thought if it was himself, was it something he had done, was there a reason. He was dwelling on the day, he wondered if what the young man had said to him, you have to make it interesting, the boy was animated when he spoke, had a thirst for news, the news that changed lives. Interesting, what he had been doing for forty years was more than interesting, it was the spreading of the word, he was getting old though
, tiredness of the spirit was setting in. Many of his friends, had retired, he was one of the older ones with the zest, he had more to give yet. He washes at the basin, watches his reflection in the mirror, what would you do he said as if speaking with his Spiritual self. He let the thought remain in his consciousness as he finished the nightly routine, interesting he sighed, I’m only one man he cried.
Fill the aisles with flowers, what do you mean said the young man, taking orders from the older man. Flowers, we want to make them feel they are in the field of the lord and not some building, atmosphere. There was a van full of multi colored garlands, a gift from a benefactor, they were an over supply from a wedding that got cancelled at the last moment, he dresses the aisle, running the garlands over the oak timbers. The band members are coming up the street, it’s three in the morning, they are on the way home. They notice the commotion at the door of the church, they notice that the door is open, lights are on, but nobody on sight. They stop, they are about to report the matter to the local police, when the young man emerges from the church, a garland in hand, one too many.
The band members listen to his story, the pastor wants to liven things up, and get the Spirit moving so he is redecorating the church!
At three in the morning says one of the members of the band, a big fella, with long sideburns, he looks like Neil Young.
The priest exists the church, where is he gone, where did the helper go! He spots the group outside, the band members he recognizes, they are a famous group. Just when I was worried about the music he sighed looking up. If this doesn’t move the Spirit, nothing else will. He wonders where to stand them when the church has it’s next gathering, on the altar or to the side, he is not worried about them being heard, half the world knows who they are.
The old priest wakes from his dream, it’s seven in the morning, he is refreshed, an idea hits him, communication communication he smiles, did I dream that as well?
Empty, re load, begin again, a new day, reload begin again, the night comes, the rest, the day begins again, we start the process over, along with the baggage we collected, trying to sift through the debris, because debris is what it is, we just sift it, for the sake of change.
Solomon was reminded, was daily reminded, about the power of Great Spirit, and why the words of the Eternal Prophet would never fail: don’t collect the baggage, sift and get rid of the junk, same as said all those years ago. The teaching of old had been misused and abused, with ceremony created to make sense of the misunderstanding; it was the same as putting an extra tire on a four wheel car, what is the fifth one for, it is not supposed to be on the car, it is just a helper in the case of a break down.
For years they have been trying to understand the true meaning of the words, why were the words spoken in the first place; forgiveness and access to
Love was the same thing, you don’t give demons a leg to hold onto, let the baggage go and watch the life soar. Demons had to feed on the excess of human kind, while love needed love to survive.
Solomon read the miracle work carried out by an outsider to the established churches, at a time when the major churches had admitted the era of the miraculous had ceased. Solomon encountered that healing Spirit, his only question was, where did that Spirit go for all those years. It was time for head change, and for the truth to be known; God is inside you, thereby, don’t fill the head with useless filler that keeps you busy, head change required.
Did you hear, She tells them she needs help, it’s only a call for attention, did you not hear, I was needing your attention, whatever attention was or the intention of the attention, what was it for, did you need me to listen, did you want my attention, is that it? The lengths some people go to be heard, just to get your attention, catch your thinking, wanting you to think about them, seeking your attention.
Solomon sighed, the online world was over coming most forms of instant communications, it was simply faster. A friend nudges him, you would not believe what you’d find on the internet, you wouldn’t believe it, the eyes widen, as if the stuff you wouldn’t want to believe was real after all, even though you wouldn’t want to believe it, do you get me, have i got your attention. Solomon shook his head, the only attention you want is on the book of the living, and getting into that needs your attention.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day; yesterday’s post is still on my mind. I’m grateful for the poem that was in me, grateful for words to tell you about this episode in my professional life, and grateful to be who I was and still am. A tough old cookie. A highly sensitive and intuitive wise woman. A […]
Dinah Washington (born Ruth Lee Jones; August 29, 1924 – December 14, 1963), was an American singer and pianist, who has been cited as “the most popular black female recording artist of the ’50s”. Primarily a jazz vocalist, she performed and recorded in a wide variety of styles including blues, R&B, and traditional pop music, […]