Understanding

She sits in front of her desk, her notes arranged to the side, the stuff she wants to express on the screen; in a full on world it’s not easy to be heard, and it’s more difficult when your a woman, she sighs, all she wants is understanding, someone to say to her, you are not mad, there is nothing wrong with you, you are fine. A child comes in from school, has some art work in his school satchel, is keen to show it to his closest; this is what I done, it’s all I want to say, understand me.

She pushes the chair with her hands, she lost the use of her legs in a stupid accident, and worse, it was preventable, a darn bug she collected. She sighs, that creep inside her, upsetting her life, how dare it. But as sure as the disease came it can be overcome. Every day she reaches out to others, remains strong inside, her Spirit is what drives her, gives her understanding. Yes, she has her moments too, and she has a lecture prepared for her heavenly encounter, you have been warned she says to herself; you cut off a layer of understanding she says, as if talking to God herself.

He checks the schedule, he is a busy man, has a family, company duties and hobbies. Occasionally he lectures others. He goes through the calendar for the month, smiles, few off times, great he says to himself, no gaps in the CV for this month.

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Why Should We Fear God? — Just Call Me Pastor… a re blog, all that old stuff is true, and it heals too, just imagine it.

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A couple of days ago I found a site on YouTube that arrested my attention. SermonIndex.net contained portions from the sermons of six preachers whose ministry together spanned more than half a century in different locations. Whatever their geographic locations, their sermons had a common theme. With one voice, they contended that there was a […]

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Preaching Man

Has them in the palm of his hands, his face scans the audience, senses the wonder, must choose his words carefully, wants to frighten them not embalm them. Power, what a thrill, they listen to the words, you mention the name Jesus, it’s almost a magnet, his words still stick 2,000 odd years later, Meanwhile the Preacher, he views his meal ticket before him, they come to him for advice, it’s beyond comprehension, they listen to me, he finishes the sermon with some fear filling words, fear only God he says. The adrenaline levels are up, he feels it the way a drug addict does. In the audience a real Prophet is listening, why do they have to use fear all the time, preaching man, it is so much simpler.  The Spirit rises on the basis of good deeds, and the Holy Spirit lives inside you, you just need space and an honest heart. The Preaching man has none of that, too addicted to control.

Solomon sighed, too much syrup in the diet turns you into a diabetic, you need to hear the truth, same as the words have to be from the Heart. Solomon wondered, why some made complex what is so simple to understand, amen.

Olden Times Men and Girls

Two wives, or three, it was the custom of those times, no outrage, no cries of despair, no call for rights, no culling, no extreme thoughts, this was how they lived, the blessings, the children your love renewed, gifts, Spirits that your love provided space for, how simple, no guru, no extreme master or mistress, awareness of God, the center of the Universe.

Solomon read the story of Hannah, an old Jewish tale, recounts the woes of a young married woman, a descendant of Abraham, as so many of the Universe are. She appeals to God, her prayer is answered, she keeps her word, she calls her son Samuel, dedicates his life to God, three thousand odd years, we remember him.

So the streams of understanding spread out, different groups or cults, new religions, all with the same God, just a matter of understanding, pride and power is very hard to overcome though, have you seen the fashion these days, who with no money needs reminding, how many children worry, they don’t want to appear poor, the poor everywhere treated appallingly, get real. Throw away those rose colored seeing glasses, open your eyes, are you afraid to stare, don’t look that way chuck, what she says, that guy looks like he will rob you. How fear is so easily passed.

She puts on her make up, the babysitter is late, checks her phone, hurry up molly, she has to be on the floor by eight, otherwise they will dock her fifty bucks, with another fifty for the sitter, that will cut her wages a hundred bucks. She runs down the street, hopes it wont rain, gets to the club on time.

The floor manager gives her a feel of the ass, nice dress Marcy, she hates that, how he feels up the girls, some so young, she hopes they will escape the joint. The belly is over his belt, many dinners and too much good living, has taken one of those upper pills for the lower region, wants value for money. She looks at the wedding finger ring he wears, what woman married that lump of blubber. Old men and young girls, you wonder if there is an angel or two among them?. You just have to hope.

Secret Worlds According to Victor Hugo

The history of nations, the oppression of the weak and vulnerable, the call for a fairer system, while the word of God failed, as preachers joined forces with those who lorded it over the lower classes, how the works of Jesus were forgotten, while clever men wrote books explaining it all, in accordance to what they thought, their words, only pebbles in the wall of understanding, their pride overcomes them, same way a starlet these modern days soaks up the accolades. Solomon was always a fan of the french nation, no one forgets the revolution, and those that came after those mad days, don’t have to be told, you don’t lord it over people, you have to love them all. Victor was a rare exception, he says it well, mixes history with a story of redemption.

Solomon loved the streets of Paris, as a tourist it wasn’t a struggle to survive, he had time to wonder, the long lunch, the dress, the bread, and the wine, the pride of the wine maker, the classifications, how they clap at the end of the movie, okay, so they don’t have big houses, four rooms could be their mansion, entertaining and meeting others was the life, the early morning argument in the cafe, men in their work overalls discussing politics before they went out to sweep the streets, their Pride in the Nation, blessed they believe by God.

So in order to overcome the powers of the authority, you have secret languages and signs, words, obfuscation as some would say, the hidden truth that Greed can destroy, you have a soul, and when mixed with good love, there is great power. Victor and his friends tried to remind us of this, I guess they still are. There is a God they all say, amen.