Life can be an exhaustive journey, a woman standing on the side of a river, about to enter a boat, freedom on the other side, I suppose if we are honest, we are all that female refugee, the same way, Jesus was a refugee from the authorities of his time, seeking freedom for the people of God, who were being misled, the teaching too complicated, the weight on the shoulders of the believer, same as that woman, leaving her life behind her, for a better one ahead. Life is the story of deliverance, if you want to call it that; there are those who want to help the pilgrims, and…..
those waiting to rob them. On the journey we take along consolation, pictures or letter, reminders of safer times perhaps, comfort. Jesus brought news of our divine nature; told us we that we were all gods, we just had to believe.
Solomon sighed, he was celebrating the festival of booths, call it deliverance, it’s not the brand of your religion that matters, its how you are with others. All stories of help, come with a happy ending, on this day many have been delivered, and so Had Solomon, and Leonard Cohen, great company for all when times were difficult, amen.