He’s not supposed to hang out with women, they should be at home, women, what do they need to hear, they don’t make decisions, we do. The apostles are having a few beers in the tavern, Jesus is after heading out of town, they are doing his head in complaining, could they not just relax. Why are they anxious in the company of women, what do they fear. Jesus is seeking a place to relax, sit still, enjoy nature, listen as they say, undisturbed, he likes Martha, Mary, Elizabeth, even Lazarus’s sister, a pretty cool person; she listens better than the men, and they have no difficulty thinking the options through; always with the well being of children in mind; they are not planning on global domination, they think of the world to come, and how it will be for children. They are tired of the constant wars, and the talk of revenge; It’s doing his head in, they have to forgive, but first he has to forgive them, so he seeks solace. Lying on a blanket in the middle of a field, he asks wisdom to come to him, listen he says, this is not an easy situation, i need your advice, what will I do…Jesus and his friends, Men and women were always equal, they just had different skills in a world that was slow paced, that’s all….
In ancient times, and it’s recorded, there were demon Gods in existence, and there were those, who practiced the dark energy. Men worshiped rocks, and made sacrifices for this and that God, hoping to appease and find favor. Then there is the story of Daniel, (and many other stories of similar type). The kings advisers betray Daniel, the star of the Kings team of advisers by trickery, at which point the King throws Daniel to the lions. Daniel as legend has it, survived unhurt from his trials, at which point the King made them all worship Daniels God, what happened to the treacherous advisers, is probably gore, it doesn’t matter. The point being there are those who believe and there are those who worship demons. In the years in between the times of DANIEL, AND TODAY, there have been many remarkable events, that signify the existence of the Great God of Daniel, irrefutable, despite the efforts of many to rubbish His existence. Why are these stories still told; why do storms change course; what force makes that possible; why wasn’t Daniel eaten and chewed up by the lions.
In the world today, there are many wondering, what happened, as their lives are turned over in a single event, why did it happen to me. Solomon was reflecting on Spiritual Faith, faith in the Loving Spirit, not faith in the material, and what faith in the Spiritual way actually meant. He himself encountered Great Spirit and more than a few miracles, but is still surprised, that those who lead their flocks, fail to recognize, the healing power that Great Spirit disperses, when the love and Faith is real, amen. What happened to that Spirit, that used to reside in human hearts aplenty, what toxicity harmed it. He could imagine some, on their knees this moment, asking God, why me?.
Wisdom would assume, respect for the Higher Power of Heaven, amen. And as that respect gets stronger, divine assistance becomes easier; there being safe hands out there; ask Daniel.
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?
The old man warned him in advance, “well Paddy I am a surprise for them if that’s the case!”, Solomon listened to his old friend, in his 80th year, pass on the wisdom, he said it again. The old man had heard the stories about the demons, had proof few knew about. Solomon listened carefully. The one thing he didn’t tell the old man, the visit of the great spirit, he was setting a trap for them.
Them were now flying across the Atlantic with no cargo door on the plane, the hinges on the door having failed; Solomon had prayed, let they become victims of their own treachery, amen.
Oh Golly, he looks at the desk, he has to get up, in his hand the calendar, how do i fit them in, it’s impossible, he wonders about it, the new year, looks at the calendar, can’t fit it in their either, when was the birthday, realizes he missed it cause he can’t even remember it, so long since they
celebrated one, oh what a chore, visiting the older ones at such a busy time of year. His Father sits by the bed, the air is sterile clean, smells hospital, instead, it’s one of those ultra clean hygiene marketed nursing homes for the very nearly fully aged, the last resting place before the big departure at they say, where you fletter your last days among the weakest, where you hear the late night screams of the tormented. His Father is close on eighty five, has been in the facility three years, two years more than expected. The financing of it, the mortgage on his sons house and the small pension he draws from his days in the public service.
It’s high maintenance, the running costs going up annually, demand for retiree spaces is huge, the elderly generation living longer, the rest of the generations only now realizing it, they will be elderly one day too, the cost of all these programs, re opening the old arguments for euthanasia.
Solomon was listening to the woes of an old friend. He didn’t want to install his Mother in an old folks home, her ability to move about severely curtailed by a degraded hip, that doctors can only treat with pain medicine. Older persons, they cost a lot to maintain, 2,000 a week, 1500 a week, depending. Solomon listened to the figures, was shocked, it would be cheaper to stay in a good hotel. His own thoughts of retirement, whatever surprise the boss had for him, had worked for ever.
He loves himself so much he puts himself on answerphone and listens to himself, while imposing a reality on himself that is so far removed from reality to make it real, well, they say he is crazy, how about you. The sound of his own voice soothes, so he records himself all day, then late at night he replays the whole thing again. Amazingly, people donate half a weekly wage packet to hear him sing, and they do it regularly, who am I?
It was late after Christmas dinner, they had been playing charades for over an hour, and it was beginning to get to much, even for, Me. Blame the turkey me sighed, there was something strange about it. Strange, birds eat creepy crawlies, we eat birds, strange that we don’t like creepy crawlies. Solomon sighed, he was doing the thinking. Imagine it, all those angry demons, imagine all those factory reared birds, imagine the match of all matches, matching demon spirits with those about to be decapitated for our Christmas dinner, imagine that. Disposal was a problem, even in the time of Jesus, amen.
She runs up the stairs, admires her slim figure in the wall length mirror at the top, the transformation, six months earlier she was anybody, she was now the chair person of a local charity, and local was New York. She left her make up bag in the shower room, an essential, given that she’d be meeting people for the next three hours. The world of Good intention she sighed, imagining herself meeting the Pope, the Dali lama was too far out for her, but she’d meet him too, if she had to, or as she termed it, while doing my civic duty dear. The horn honks, she takes a deep breath.
“don’t chauffeurs know their station anymore” she quips. It comes with the appointment, a driver and car for official functions, she calls him her chauffeur.
The world of good intention, or the intention of the idea. From a distance it sounded too easy, and there were many who were glad to have it easy, as nobody wanted to be challenged, only then would their be real solutions. You have to accept it she heard a confidant say, friends were now confidants, she had acquired power. You have to accept a certain level of homelessness, even at Christmas time. When she heard it said the first time it bothered her, well, she lived very comfortably, and poverty wasn’t easy on the eye, it didn’t sit well with the chesterfield suite either. She was adamant, she would change it all, she was different, she had an education, she wasn’t a home trophy either.
Six months later she is rushing down the stairs, when her high heel sticks in a wood split, (all the floors are natural wood, more organic and good for the soles of her feet), As she moves forward, her ankle twists, does she fall or.
I told you for the hundred time, I’m homeless, and i don’t do house share, did you not see my Vietnam war record. The counter assistant is beginning to panic, he mentioned Vietnam, a trigger word, so the specialists said, the behind the scenes advisers. She moves a curl from her face, she is too young to be doing what she is doing, but volunteers are in short supply, they also mean more money for services provided and admin.
At the world charity center, they are having their annual review. They are a group that meets twice yearly, the way
every industry does, the heads of organisations meet, discuss the thrills of the year, and the outlook going forward. In the previous five years, personal injury charities have been thriving, the demand for services doubling year in year out, a real boom area for the charity industry. If society is getting smarter, should it not be going the other way, hear my voice, amen.