The Healing Spirit

He is in the bed, there are days, and this a heavy one, his mind is trouble, apart from the pain, there are memories. Lying on the bed, all the time in the world to think, the only noise, the coughs and roars of others in the wards, the rush of feet on the corridor, old age he sighed, wishing he could get to his feet. He has a rush of thoughts, it’s as if all that is wrong, his mistakes have come to overtake him, crush him inside. Fight he says, trying to push the images away; it’s a collage of all the harm he has encountered, why did I not do more. Please God, release me from this nightmare, please, he pleads, how I wasted my life, why did I gather all those things; the previous week he was worried about the insurance cover on his classic car collection; at this moment he doesn’t care if they all suddenly rust, what does it matter when you can’t take it with you. That was before the stroke. Alone in a private room, who needs time to think when what they have to think of is only about themselves.

Solomon had lunch with a good friend, a co believer; they were exchanging Godly wisdom, the conversation was alive, there was energy, the conversation they have; the lives that had touched them in many happy ways. How the heart fills with light, when you look outside yourself, how the body has time to heal, when you don’t have to stress yourself out. Rest sighed Solomon to his friend, a very thoughtful soul, who spent most of their days, encouraging the words of eternal life, rest is essential; as he pointed out to his friend, gesturing with h

is hands to his fellow diners; no one here got here on their own, no one ever does, amen.

Edit Your Head

What do you mean, well, they say behind your back what they are afraid to say to your face, Solomon was reminding himself of the power of Jesus’s and I mean power, his words came with authority, they were not a wish, or stuff you want to happen, they came with the power of His God, the Creator of the universe. Jesus wanted harmony, well being, respect, forgiveness, charity and compassion, well, how else could you enjoy the Father, and the great gift you have been given.

When Pharisee’s annoyed him or were talking about him behind his back, he just reminded them. Say what you like about me, Insult the Holy Spirit, well, that’s the line you can not cross, ever. With it being Christmas, the season for all that is good, well, it’s celebrated for many reasons, but for believers, enhancing the reputation of the Father, is tops. Being a Child of the divine, you have to make the effort, you are called to eternal life after all.

With the blurb flying everywhere, buy this, that, be kind, and the other stuff, what are you going to give me, there was a lot in the heads, along with the mad news from the political world, who could imagine what was going on. So Donald has brought all the dirty laundry to dry cleaners, and there is so much of it, it would remind you of the oceans full of plastic, it’s everywhere. Time to edit the head, without a clean environment, there is no life.

Angry Bird and the power of forgiveness…

It’s not often you see a working example of the power of forgiveness, and the practical implications that go with it, or the harshness that results when you refuse to forgive. Turn the other cheek, ignore the insult or the offence, don’t be too touchy, it’s not going to do you any good.

A small affront, the boy does not understand, he upsets his neighbor, the window breaks, the neighbor confronts the boys father, there are words, distance over the fence, other friends hear about it, they repeat old stories, that boy never does as told, why be surprised, the neighbors grow further apart, there is even talk of a lawyer, this nuisance has to stop, the neighbors wife is in on the action, the supporting wife, mother, she agree’s too, she doesn’t talk with her neighbor either, the rift grows. What was once a peace filled area between the former friends, is now a no go zone, the anger between them grows.

Solomon sighed, the words of Jesus, forgiveness is key to finding peace and space inside you. As the story tells you, the gap widens between the neighbor, because one decided to be angry rather than to pass on the incident. How you stop the first reaction, that leads to the next, the blip that becomes a crisis. How many wars were started on a single event, how many wars were started by the faking of a single event, the justification for war. How many people send inflammatory emails and messages to get a reaction?

Hatred needs to feed to survive, love needs to be to survive.

New Light

The eyes glow, there is movement inside, there is wonder, there is hope, there is light. The power of words in the heart, the nuggets we hang to, same as the story of Christmas, the signs, the wonder in the young eyes, there is a sense of meaning, something new, the evenings maybe dark but there is light ahead. Two thousand years ago, men in long robes, riding the desert horse, they follow the star, they know something great is about to happen. What did they see, what was it that took them on such a journey, why did they follow the light in the Sky, how could they have known.

2,000 years later, the same wonder in dressed in silly rules and regulations, that more often than not, throttle the hearts of so many, on account of the disastrous wars fought, over “Love”.

Solomon sighed, the evening was a vision of light, he saw the wonder of talent nurtured, the fearlessness of the shy spirit, the hope that gives us all, only God can explain. Solomon hoped, that those who were in the role of Spiritual guides, would learn the lessons of old, and stop putting unnecessary burdens on their flocks. Compassion, gentleness, kindness, for these are the type of sacrifices that I want, not the sacrifice of old, amen.

The Same One he said…really..

 

I should be here, he is awkward, there are lights on the tree, the air is filled with joy, it’s made for children, the wonder and the surprise, Ahmed is surprised, they celebrate Christmas, the birth of Jesus, the same Jesus we pray to, why aren’t we having a celebration like this. His friend TJ is showing him his home, their parents are away, normally they would not be allowed to do this, the adults not allowing it, but since they are children, they don’t have any of this bias.

Solomon sighed, how barriers are so easily created, when a little wisdom could short change this negative approach easily. Children enjoying the promise of Joy, families and friends being a little more thoughtful, people more together than usual, the world a little warmer in some hearts. Jesus, it’s the same one, for all of us ,why allow a little dogma separate you from joy.  The rules we create that divide us and the walls we build around us.

Stuff we need to get right, amen.

 

 

 

Can I Ever forget….

Ten thousand feet, the bomb drops, the cheer goes up, the plane turns away, did you see that, Solomon was reflecting, how difficult it is to forgive oneself, the crew learn hours later, they see the carnage on the TV, we did this, the memory becomes embedded, a twist in the heart, call it what you like, but inside there is a need to forgive this, and you think, we were misled.

Solomon was reading a story of ideology mixed with wisdom, based on a small world, that was part of something cruel, the days of the second great war, and how so many were sucked up into the vortex: the days of redemption had arrived, how many got involved, in what turned out to be something very sinister indeed. From a distance, it seemed to be the actions of a few bad men who caused the attempted genocide of the Jewish People. In context, the seeds for change had been sown into the heads by many, from all across the world, Germany being the staging point for this social catastrophe.

Reading the words of scripture, how people are misled, where false Leaders emerge in time of crisis to form solutions, that part answers

the problems we want addressed, it’s too easy almost. Jesus of course warns us; The Kingdom of God is inside you, you just have to create that space, and when it comes to space, it’s the resentments that cause all that inner space to used up, while it’s forgiveness that cleans it out.

I Don’t Need an excuse….

Am I allowed to have thoughts of my own, do I have to follow what my parents did, and if I decide to do different and get it right, do I need to excuse my parents thinking, surely not, we are all different. Jesus had the same issue with the early followers, the way they castigated those not of their small flock, how come they can do it, as if they were jealous, of the others preaching the coming of the Kingdom. Jesus of course reprimands them; if your spreading the good news of Heaven your helping the cause of love and Spirit.

The child is in the back row, raises her hand, tentatively, unsure, she has the answer to the question the teacher framed, but is shy, doesn’t want to be noticed. Eventually she takes her small hand down, someone at the front got in first, another time she thinks. We all want to shine, we want to be noticed, we are human after all. Solomon was remarking on how our Spirit is often quenched before it gets to fire. He was recalling the old words of wisdom, from Jesus, how those who are supposed to preach inclusiveness often end up putting heavy weights on their own followers. Was it any wonder he told the parables in so many different ways, knowing that the story would be passed on, while mere regulations would be over ridden. AS Solomon had learned recently, there is no we in Faith, you are compassion or you are not, see you then,

amen.