Solomon reflected, many were at the same, seeking clarity and direction, there was much to be confused about, where do I fit in this new world, will my job be safe, how will my relationship fare, can I get by with less cash, seeking, Solomon was doing his own version of closet, what matters in the end, what is it about you that you can take with you, how can I be a useful servant in this world. What are my priorities. The virus taught one great lesson, patience can’t be bought, you have to practice it, and the same goes for those who want a relationship with God, you have to work at it. And the language of God is compassion for others, a healthy attitude to the environment, less exploitation of people, and good relations with your neighbors, otherwise, you are not at the races. Imagine you are sitting opposite the Holy Spirit, and you want to converse, what comes to mind, the deeds you hide, or the love you want to share.
Sounds like the title of a book, Solomon listened to some, ideas grabbed off the internet, another loud mouth, the do’s and don’t of this and that, as if we didn’t know already, where are your children getting their ideas from. A friend plays a clip from a podcast, this is good, you have to listen, he heard it thirty years before, I suppose when the children are not doing the funny images thing, they switch over to a reasonable sounding voice, in order to fool the parents, so that’s what you are watching son. Solomon was reflecting on the covid epidemic, the world is turned over in a matter of days, the call to change, the environment begins to show signs of recovery, the air a little cleaner, meanwhile an asteroid misses the planet by inches, which would have totaled us all.
A new world, and quickly, Moses came back from the Holy Mountain, with the proverbial guarantee, God is with us he sighed, his heart full of joy, we have been saved. From a distance, he see’s the glittering statue, no no, he cries, they are back to their old habits, what have they done. Solomon sighed, we are in that sort of zone, we don’t want to repeat that again.
As soon as possible, compassion in the seat of power, a voice that listens, not a market leader, not a finance chief, neither a fool nor a womanizer, a refreshing voice, that has a cool rhythm, someone you could listen to, and has faith in the Heavens. As Leonard Cohen says, there is a huge thirst for a spiritual renewal, well, in a nutshell, core values, that put the vulnerable first, is not blind to the needs of others, and unites the voices, what a refreshing hope, go for it dude.
Solomon sighed, the cloud picture was nearly seven years old, it’s real, the answer to a prayer, apart from the circular cloud, and so much more. There are no doubts, without loving Spirit we are going nowhere, said and done.
warnings, teachers who criticize not encourage, the strain, erecting barriers, that few overcome, admonishing, those who question their ways, crucified, murdered, ostracized, the inquisition, an excuse to murder, harming the word of God, color, race, creed, building hatred, more, a reason to distrust, amen. The demons, so long in control, now face their horizon, their end, Amen.
Fear Madonna, fear jolie, add a few more brand names, will stick in the memory, well we will recall, heard it so often, they could be selling ketchup, not that it matters, only that it sticks, amen.
How fear is sowed into the heart, the mistakes of the past, those you are told, you will never overcome. the axe that hangs over your head, the the arrival of the virus, puts everything else into the shadows, a world reborn, more haste, the sooner the better amen.
Solomon sighed; how many had laid down their lives, for a better world to come. The demon was looking over the precipice, your destiny mate, a child, as light as a feather, says high, over he goes, the demon, along with his multiple of followers, amen. We wont miss you.
Many millions of lives later, the human race had built up the Spirit, a Spirit able to contain the Heavenly Spirit, what a wonderful thought, amen.
Leftovers on the table, he eyes the last two roast potatoes, if they are all ignoring it, that means none of them wants it, they taste great, he scans the plates on either side, all he can see is the conversations going on, the lick of gravy on the side of the mouth, clean it will you, it’s sticking out, across the table, a fork in the air, moving left and right, almost with the skill of an orchestral director, still he has his eyes on the prize, those last two golden crisp potatoes. Will I be brave and reach out.
What are you waiting for William she says, catching his eye, he dips his head, a smile on his face, he slowly reaches in, got you he thinks, he has one of the potatoes on the big spoon, he is moving it carefully to his docking station, his plate. No one said a thing, will he be brave enough to take the other, go for it he tells himself. Eight years old, it’s awhile before you learn about the etiquette of eating in a group. She gives him a re assuring nod, the second potato is on the spoon. You are not eating both of them another diner calls out, as he drops it onto the messiest part of the plate, where old flecks of gravy and a white sauce have mixed into a brown mulch, he does it deliberately, no one will ask for the potato back now, too late, all that residue.
Solomon sighed, we learn hopefully, we lean on the past, we see how nationalism becomes a movement of hatred, the wars across the world, home led, the same causes, repeated again and again, too much power in the same closet, time to get angry, time to get rich, we will sort them boy. The world had enough of all that argument, it was well past it’s sell by date, same as those religions, who intentionally miss quoted the old words, in order to divide opinion, and what was their residue; the incitement of hatred.
Surely they believe in God he hoped, and as such, put their efforts into rising spirits, rather than renovating old organisations.
She has shoes with holes, it’s raining, the toes squelch, she can hear the noise, she walks even slower, she is embarrassed, doesn’t want her friends to know. A dry table, a place to sit, a cup of tea or coffee, a few minutes to sip,
to rest, to feel normal, is like seeking perfection. Her home is now a dorm, her needs are met, you could call her lucky, her doctor tells her she is all right. A little mental instability, it spiraled, she lost control in a rage, picked up a bottle, lost her home, an apartment, when they sent her to jail. Lucky girl, it was one of those modern facilities; a case of a little business, when the Government farmed out the prison service, how you farm out care, is one of those mysteries, in a world seeking perfection. $$$$
Solomon read the old story tellers lament; the lack of literacy, and the inherent problems that it causes, and how its’ revealed in the prison population. No one cares said the old sage, it’s been like this for ages and gets worse as time lengthens. So many worry about the perfect smile, are the teeth straight, how can I get my lips to pout, do you think it would be better with highlights, the hair, do I really need a second face lift; choices.
It’s how you spend your time; seeking perfection, its’ the eye of the worrier, amen.
“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” – Ephesians 5:1-2 The call to imitate God sounds impossible. Yet, just as a small child imperfectly mimics a parent’s actions, disciples of Jesus copy him. […]
Sow the doubts, create division, it’s so easy. The pharisee’s were very devout people, they were the first people of God, had the books, a line of prophets, but they were human after all. Along comes a threat, so they think, there is a power shift, same as an idol loosing the audience to a fresher act; the imagination can play strange games. In other words; how often do we stand aside for a better version of life; Jesus made it simple, the blah blah was too much, the rules too intense, they were misleading the people, they acted like lawyers, making it difficult to navigate, you have to do this on that day, this on the other day, wash like this, wear your hair like that, and it had to be male led.
Stop Stop Stop, this is doing the head, God lives in joy peace and harmony, not tied up in chains. Being a Samaritan, doing what decent people do, not those who are war mongrels, listening to the views of others, respecting differences in how you approach life, all this stuff was written 2,000 years ago and longer. Don’t you know that demons exist, and they play with your well being.
Solomon smiled, it being the anniversary of the passing on of a GREAT friend. He had moved to another orbit; but he would surely approve the words, amen. The gifts that we can pass on, rather than the baggage we hide inside us.
He walks around the paddock, his head raised high, his eyes pointing, his head recalling, the posture of the filly, is she walking all right, he doesn’t want to alarm the animal, he appears not to notice, it has to be natural, throws a a sly look, was that a limp, maybe she has a back problem, watching, how we carry ourselves. Wake up Sean, you are doing it again, what he says, his attention back in the moment. What Dear he says. She has a snarl in her eye, I saw you looking at her. They are outside a restaurant. You never gave me that attention, the thought she keeps inside her. She is getting older, not that she is old. WE all love to be noticed, when we are in the prime of our lives. We all want to be noticed, we want to be of interest in the street.
She leaves her house, her trolley before her, she can’t carry weight on her shoulders, her blonde tresses are turning to grey, her walk is not as smart, age, tiredness, a lot of emotional stuff inside. She lights up when she catches the eye of a passer by, they used to gaze at her, when she was young, memories.
Solomon sighed, how we look at each other. There were many well dressed young women and men, strutting themselves. How would a horse trainer
size them up. He heard the words before, hips do this, legs do that, it wasn’t sexual as the moral brigade tried to impress on us, it was just our nature, we all watch, and wonder, life is a gift. Beepers, imagine what it’s like, you are a race horse, you know you have the ability, in the right hands, the potential will show, patience required. How talent flourishes in the right hands. Jesus only had to wish it sometimes and people recovered, sometimes it was touch. Look in the eyes, are you well, doesn’t every mother know that, and they all didn’t have PhD’s in psychology.
Those who fed fear into the world, he hoped they had celestial insurance, amen.
What, I can’t hear you, she shouts, he can’t hear that well, he is always complaining, if this was like that, the old days, the future days, all he does is complain. Stop, you are doing my head in. Who needs to hear about it every day, it does her head in. She raises the volume on the TV, it dims his words, why worry she thinks, her favorite character in the soap is about to propose to her love sweet heart, her eyes are glistening, the semblance of tears, the feeling you get, when the emotions are on the rise. Go on she says, ask her, shut up will you, If only I had ear phones, she wouldn’t have to hear him complain, she’d be able to focus on the moment, yes she says, good on you girl, it’s the first time she has seen a woman get on her knees to propose. Soap opera’s, they get you to focus on the now.
Jesus said the same, it starts today. There were many burdened by their past, carrying loads, they did not know how to unload. Jesus reminds us; put your trust in the Holy Father, learn his ways, and he will take all burdens off your shoulders, amen. When you are at your weakest, God is stronger inside you, amen.