To spend an hour getting the crease right, get angry, getting upset, getting wound up, feelings you will have forgotten an hour later, only to get annoyed in the office, when a junior makes a mess, an opportunity to show your credentials, imposing your will over another human being, same as the tramp who becomes a millionaire after winning the lotto, who starts imposing his will over those who looked down on him, because he can, and everyone bowing and smiling at what they were repulsed by, cause they now want a share of what he has now, not that they had any notion of sharing his anxiety or distress. Is that a description, or just a throw away comment; but then again there are those who dress to impress, sort of fool us, as if their beauty will distract us and we will not be interested in anything else. Head thrash sighed Solomon. The lowest common denominator, had changed, sex and money had been replaced by the environment, times were changing.
As reliable as the autumn rains, he maintained his skills to the very end, poured out wisdom the only way he could, used words to stir us to action, and was soul filled, inspired so much thought, opened many closed hearts.
It is October, the season of winter approaches as we prepare for it, the clothes have changed, we wrap up tighter, there is stuff we have to do, how nature teaches us, we mind Mother Nature she keeps everything in order, we have to remind ourselves, while there are 24 hours in a day, and so many days in a year, in truth, from the moment you woke this morning, did you sleep well, whatever, in this 24/7 world so many chatter about, the strong able to take advantage of the weary and the naive, after all the future plans and schemes, is there anything but a day, in every life. Slow down, the bear needs to hibernate, the butterfly is getting ready in the husk, in a few months time it will make it’s debut, all this preparation for the changing days ahead, is it not time we listened to nature, without worrying, it’s only a day after all. Thanks Leonard, for all the evenings to filled my mind with calm, amen.
Everyone is up for the game, it is all over the papers, in the heads of everyone, there is a bounce in the step, it is on the edge of domination, the thoughts in many heads, all about the big match. It will last eighty minutes, and there will be rejoicing for some, misery for others, and by the evening time, the big game will be forgotten, replaced with another Big Match, talked up, when the frenzy will repeat itself, the addicts dream.
In the middle of the joy to come, you can let the hair down, your excess’s won’t be noticed, same as your lust in those poor parts, where women are cheap, but as you open your eyes, its’ on everyone’s mind. Why are they not at the beach like the rest of us, then you remember, the big game.
Twenty per cent, probably an awful lot more, with deep seated addictive minds, and no shortage of replacements; the children can’t do without the gadgets, the parents don’t have the patience. The urge for the next hit, once you have that feeling, the big match is the cover, well, we all want to get out of our lives, when it becomes a drug, well, you are in lots of company.
Solomon sighed, how the mood is so easily changed, could be a name dropped at an inappropriate time. As for the big match, can you put yourself back to the times of the early preachers; no doctors, no hospitals, but faith in many hearts, they are all believers in the Heavenly God, problem is, it has never been fully explained, it’s inside you. Then they hear about the Healer, the testimonies, he has the power of God in him, now, that is what you call, a big match, and it lasts for ever.
Solomon, is in bed, he is contemplating, asking for help, always. There is no reason to feel proud, no one makes it alone. The air whirls, the Spirit appears, darn, this is help from the Heavens, and it’s been happening ever since.
Boy soldier, gun belt around his chest, stolen from his childhood, wasn’t his choice, forced into the roll, does experience do this to us, what we expose our children to, surely, good or bad. The media frenzy, the next outrage, the reinforced emotions, no thought given, just pushing the inner buttons, few can stop this juggernaut of influence, well, Solomon smiled, they haven’t seen what he had, they might be of a very different opinion, it was from Heaven, the seal of approval from above, not from man. Well, the guardians of the earth were more concerned with their reputation rather than what they ought to focus on.
The boy soldiers, so many of them, the cry of the concerned, they are only children, we have to help them. At home, the young boy does not understand; he didn’t volunteer for what he did, it was the influence all around him, the violence he saw, we didn’t go looking for it. Frightened, he does not know where to turn, he feels the hatred. If he had used a machete and cut women and children to pieces in a far off war zone, the same souls would throw their arms around him, and give comfort for what he had to endure, imagine sighed Solomon, this is what happens in real life, had they not seen the signs,. Amen. he was given them the needle, and it was meant to twist, it was not an accident of fate, it was intentional, listen if you have ears, fast, there has been so much time lost, while the usual suspects try to justify themselves. The subtleties, the slight changes, demons are tricky, and they try every way to get into the soul, grab it and steal it. Solomon had a needle full of great surprises waiting for them; he was the sheriff with the loaded pistol while they played games, seriously. Of course those addicted to the material were no different to a heroin addict; they don’t share their stash either. Solomon was wondering when they would wake fully. The 11th hour offer was a fairly generous gesture by Jesus; you are never too late when your repentance is real.
The days of light, the wonders of divine intervention, Every time they even attempted to interfere, the reply was swift; the time lag was in sync, just put it in words, amen.
My head she said, can anyone say it straight, stop trying to make an impression, what are you doing it for, you got a fat wallet, you got a gun, am I supposed to shrink cause I don’t. bully me no more she said, then spat at him, while waiting for what would happen next, she has guts he thought, she unhinged him, he wasn’t in control, make him feel weak, the expression on her face, angered him, that a woman could have control over him, wasn’t in fear, didn’t mind death. His power is gone, she is now an extra in a movie, once the camera moves they will all forget the scene, the audiece, that’s it, what other people think, it has been this way a long time, that fear which we allow to control our lives. Hadn’t they seen a western movie occasionally, life is one decision making process.
The Roman Governor gives the sign, the gladiators plunge their swords, the crowd roars, the emperor gets to his feet, takes the accoldades, nods and bows, the roar rises while the blood mixes with the sand, The remaining hostages shriek, this is our fate, they close their eyes, don’t try to escape. One man stands before the emperor, hands raised, what are you going to do with me he shouts, the gladiator has the sword raised, the emperor nods, the man falls to the ground, gone it seems.
Jesus tried to tell them, simply, the Kingdom of God is inside you, it’s Spirit, you can’t kill it. All these years later, we still recall the simple words, say it straight will you.
Parents, grand parents, the local co-op, school, teachers and preachers, the need to be a young saver, having the back up, the bit you can fall back on. Young savers, Solomon was reminded, the school year closes, the summer begins. The plans that have been saved up, the dreams for the two free months ahead, a holiday, a memory, something to fall back on come the fall, we did that and this, and we went to see this and that, the young saving their memories. The paint on the walls wont hold the building up, it will look smarted when your close up, don’t get carried away, it’s only a paint job, but a good memory, that is something to hold.
The Child leaves school, the holidays, the home life is not the greatest, his father deserted them, he was too young to understand it then, but as he gets older, he knows that he is missing something. Many call out to Fathers, don’t deny your children, save a little for them, put aside your career, park the ego, stop pretending to be important among your colleagues, go home and mind your children, be a saver, amen.
Solomon reflected on the enormous number of interventions, enormous, the record number of changes, the numbers, the weather, the old revelations come through, news of divine intervention, while the same method continued in the old church, he sighed, you exist to raise the Spirit, you are there to help them save themselves, reminding them, that you are a servant after all too
, and not the boss.
What had all the young savers in their heads, what had gone into those heads. The picture from the sky is real, the visit of the Holy Spirit, and more, news of an everlasting life, worth saving for.
Happy Birthday Helen, it’s been awhile but the memory lives on, the deaf blind are not alone anymore, your name summons the help, it is how we can best remember her. They gather at the funeral, they have tears in their eyes, we will never forget you tears, then they forget you. Helen, you were a prophet, you changed the way many see disabilities, same way the earlier prophets aroused Interest in God, reminding them. We have gone astray, the light comes, then the memories return, we have another destiny, it’s greater than this world, Helen Keller, you remind us, thanks.
Lying in the bed, she is safe, the dark has no fear, she is on the same level, he holds her, she dreams, her troubles don’t exist when she is safe in his arms. Solomon sighed, that is what it is like, when in the presence of God, the presence of Love kills all fears. Then the day comes, and the reminders are there, what she would give to be safe in his arms. Solomon sighed, some names makes us feel good, Helen Keller does.