“The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.” Said the old man, “I do that too.” The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.” I do that too,” laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, “I often cry.” The old man nodded, “So do I.” […]
Was that a Robert Redford movie!, no, indecent proposal she replied, what the difference an “S” makes, as becomes ass and so on, but because you didn’t say it, you qualify for the peter griffin school of political correctness. Can you see meg receiving her medallion for correctness. It does not matter what you really think, so long as you make the right noise when in the company of others, (and that includes no noises that others might find rude).
Then along comes a Spider, no, not Morgan Freeman, he’s busy making films, telling stories, I mean a spider, and he starts telling everyone what he thinks, spits it out, says it without reverence for anyone or anything, we call him Donald. He doesn’t like that sort of person, wants everyone perfect including women, has a penchant for well endowed blonds, not the first either, says what he thinks about it all, throws the dirty underwear on the table, admits to having some; to many it sounds like freedom, to others he sounds fear,; to the honest listener, he is simply revealing what the human race thinks of itself.
Solomon was a news regular, he listened. There was much strife in certain areas, that would not be allowed in other places. The victims as usual in these cases, don’t have access to representatives to speak up for them. They are at the mercy of aid agencies, and the media. The worst cases are highlighted, the story is decidedly sad, is full of hopelessness, as if there is no remedy to it in the long run. In a world that boasts about sending rockets into space, with their payload, how come, the same energy wasn’t poured into finding solutions to fairly normal human issues. Solomon wasn’t going to stand before God Most High and pretend; amen.
There is a lot of anxiety, it’s been piling up for some time, it’s called plastic, the man made creation that nature can’t breakdown, and in a disposable world it’s everywhere. Plastic, the answer to so many problems, in the beginning, now it’s choking the life out of nature, plastic. Now we have to guard against it, the misuse of it. In the beginning it seems the answer, clean, and it resulted in many ways from the lobby of the chemical industry, and the ban put on other stuff.
We are sending them to battle sir!, the colonel is having a chat with the commander in chief, and the chief scientist of the army. In previous wars they used pills to keep the soldiers awake, now they need a pill that will make them stay awake and fight. Concoctions are tried out, some work, some too aggressive, tested on prisoners, the need to get it right is essential to the war effort. So is the availability of rest and recuperation places, when the men are on leave. hey, they need to unload General, otherwise they might not want to fight anymore.
What are you doing that for, asks a young soldier, watching two buddies chase the dragon. Go on try it, it will clean you mentally and you’ll sleep like a baby. By the end of the sixties the beginning of the drug epidemic the world now enjoys seriously started. Meanwhile, places in the far east become famous for the exploitation of women and children, all on account of a war started by default, Vietnam, against an enemy they didn’t need to fight. The legacy of war, and the blood on the hands of those who made those horrific choices. (Solomon encountered divine interventions)
The bomber leaves the base, the big bomb is on board, the first bomb caused total devastation, but they are going to do it again, just to be sure the message is received.
Only human beings are capable of devising ways to destroy themselves, and the world. Fortunately, The Heavenly Father has plans for those who would dare destroy his beautiful creation. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, had encountered those determined to damage the Spirit. Let the schemes of the deceivers and extremists implode on themselves, and cause no harm to your people he prayed. With a single thought they could be turned into soup mentally and rendered babbling fools. If the last five years were anything to go by, there was a lot of happiness to look forward too, if only they sort the plastic out, amen, smile.
Seems we can’t get enough of it, papers full of it, Hollywood planing to make pictures of it, (a biography!), money has no friends just plenty of enemies. The Flight to the Asian paradise is nearing completion, they look at their watches, the boys smile, bird time. A case of the bird flew again. At least this time they bought plenty of the stuff that keeps you clean. Sex scandals, young, online, the couch, the daily drive to tempt you. Solomon didn’t think God Most High had the ear of the so called pious. No, the ear of the honest, at least you know what to expect, the truth.
How many times, how many different positions, what was on their minds. The stuff we tune our ear to, and the stuff we conveniently forget. Solomon sighed, now that GMH, God Most High was alert and the Spirit grew in strength
, he imagined help arriving from all sorts of places, amen.
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They are not soldiers you train and put into action archbishop. The young curate was risking his career, trying to explain the difficulty, the shortage of new entrants, and why it had happened. Old men don’t want to listen, unless it’s the doctor they are talking with.
In the fifties, there were processions of young men, that ran the length of a football field, men who had offered to serve the higher calling, “called” by the Spirit, the Spirit the religious orders cared for and minded as if life itself depended on it. It was years ago, the parade was now a trickle, a drip drip of water compared to the full flow; same way the Spirit had been depleted due to a whole set of factors too long to mention. The basic rule according to Solomon; you nurture the Spirit and the results will deliver. Sadly, that Spirit was squeezed out of existence almost; too many interfering influences, and too little forgiveness, just as happened to so many things, as the new takes over from the old. Would they ever learn sighed Solomon?.
One day, was that too much to expect, one day they would get it right. The Spirit is the Holy Messenger, the one who reminds of the life to come, brings blessings, it was spoken of many times in the ancient scripture, it was told in the ancient tales, how many of us had invited angels into our homes, and the blessings they would bring with them. Today, fear rules he sighed, and it’s not unreasonable either, the threat of violence on those who suffered it, is devastating. Solomon wrote the story so often, a thousand times, get the Spirit part right, the rest is made easy. Spirit connects us, amen.
Your coming to church, he hears his mother, he is at the play station. He press’s a button, he has already forgotten, he is winning the game, two up and ten minutes to go, about two minutes game time. Hurry up she shouts, “do I have to go up there!”, he winces. He is clever. The teacher says that playing the game is good for my education. She can only smile, she is a patient mum. Hurry she shouts, damn, it’s two one and a minute left. His head watches the door, he thinks he hears steps, don’t push he thinks, he gets up, just as she reaches the top of the stairs.
In the car, why are we going to church Ma!, she is rounding a bend, being careful. Why are we going to church he repeats. She lets him say it a third time. The church appears in their view, she looks at him with a huge smile and says:
so you will learn to listen dear!
Do you have a child with listening problems, i’d say everyone who has children would say yes… well, why not bring them to church a few times, amen.