Re thinking – Understanding Islam a re blog.

The reasons to be interested in the current state of Islam cannot be fully numerated. It is one of the world’s largest faith traditions. It is intersecting with other major faith traditions. We need to learn about our Muslim neighbors for all kinds of reasons. Dynamics of Muslim Worlds is a sometimes technical look at Islam around […]

via Book Review: “Dynamics of Muslim Worlds” — J.W. Wartick -“Always Have a Reason”


Oscar Party, 2018, and the winners are…

Can anyone remember who won last years Oscar for best supporting camera crew, anyone. Blank faces, the actress in the corner, (sorry actor, the word actress does not exist), her mascara is running, it’s two blocks east of the theater, running. Not even a best supporting role, she saves that for the breast implants and her plastic surgeon. Friends, she promised them a statue, nothing. Pride ways you down, and what you think your friends think of you, does the rest.

No men allowed either it seems, there is a global outcry against inappropriate sexual antics; they focus on the lowest common denominator. The politically correct audience applaud the clever comments, eye each other, as if saying,  I told you so twenty years ago.

Meanwhile, every perversion you ever thought of, is there at the click of a button. The brilliant smiles, they might last awhile till the roots go bad, sorry she says, I got a specialist for that, seriously he nods, does she actually believe all that.

Solomon encountered a strange week; the head miners were doing there thing, sowing stress or what they call, self doubt, he listens and wonders where this is coming from, as they all claim to be of God, a surprise, the stuff he heard wasn’t anywhere he looked, it only came out of their heads. But the tricks of the demons, remorseless. He saw two small faces, transform to horror, expressions he did not think possible in children. What were they like at home; the stressed mother knows all about that.

The Jesus Conference

Was it that hard he sighed. he came from the end of the earths, south of the pole, to add his experiences. Abide in his ways and you will find peace. When he first heard about it, “The Jesus Conference”, it had to be a success, what other figure in history promoted it so well and healed by word, no other. A great idea he thought. It took him an entire year to raise the fare, but he got there. Even high up in the Andes they heard of the great one, and many times in history the helper had arrived. The preservation of the forest, the preservation of the world was at risk. They will be enlightened.

All he found, trinket sellers and fiery nobodies, blinged out, with no reverence for Jesus at all; they were  using his reputation, that was all. He traveled a long way.

Solomon visited friends; some attended churches, some attended mosques, some prayed in private, some didn’t pray at all, allowing their deeds to describe themselves. One thing in common, they all believed in Jesus. How come they never came to a common agreement in this issue. With his mind on finding a solution, Solomon imagined a conference, on the Topic of eternity, and Jesus. Before an idea becomes real, we must think about it, amen. It wont be long he sighed.


The Envious Collector

The handbag was designer, the hat was early french twenties, everybody envied the collector. Why are you showing me these things, to remind me of other days, to depress or upset me, don’t you realize the gap between those that have and those that don’t. To the collector, it’s not pride, it’s not power, there is something else afoot. It’s called loneliness, and she hides it behind the things she buys. So don’t envy the collector.

Solomon had a friend, it was a story few would ever understand. Few can still understand why they crucified the Man who brought the miracles and told them of the world to come, and even today, there are those who still insist it never happened.

So Solomon has a friend, a story, a life, a house where there is cold

love, and a caravan where there is. This so called rich woman, so called, would watch every morning, her neighbors husband emerge from the small caravan next door, and inside she would sigh, her own husband caught up in a world that controlled him, sometimes he never came home at all. What was there to envy; the love she was so regularly denied. Simply put, you can’t live without it, not happily, amen.


Jesus and His Friends….

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….


Daniel The Prophet – So what can your God do then…

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 Vocation

He is lying across the bed, in his PJ’s, a side table, on it a new Glock, the equalizer as he calls it, since he took up his vocation,  a hit man for the mafia. He is pondering, it’s a few hours before the assignment; it shouldn’t a difficult, the target has no protection; he is just another noisy environmentalist, a planning artist, he objected to a new development that threatened the water supply in his town, a bit like JFK when he was slow to embrace war, he was in the way. Room service he sighs as he swings off the bed, and pats his way to the en suite. Professional, he always likes to look good, it also helps. Well dressed types rarely arouse suspicion till it’s too late. Over the years he has liquidated a few, his vocation as he calls it, the only spirit he needs, the cash fountain that gushes the same way the blood gushes from his victim, that’s his thrill, money.

The world of God, the times of Jesus all those years ago, spell a different thrill, and a bounty at the end, that is simply beyond belief, a world based on love empathy and sharing, where there is plenty, it requires Spirit of the loving kind, intangible, you can never own it, you have to pass it on, your responsible for it, a minder.

Solomon looked at the empty church; it was over a hundred years old. He wondered how many knees had knelt at the pews, the knees, the prayers said. Years before he saw the pictures, full houses everywhere, fifty years later, they are close to despair, half empty even on the busy days, vocation. What happened in the intervening period, to cause such a flow in the other direction; they forgot about the Spirit he supposed, and thought they were running a business.  He sighed, that is easy to fix, amen.