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Disaster Removal Service

You are in need of help, the world is a stew and you are part of it, where do you rest in this pot full of everything, the experiences of others feeding into your imagination, the constant pull, the ability to find a free space, sometimes the hardest thing of all. Spirit, then the good news story, the lift and the forward appeal, what is going to happen next.

You rise above the problem, but it is only a temp cease in the war, it’s not long before it starts up again, is there a cure for this you think, is there more you should  be doing, you seek ways to make it a little better, but your head gets a battering, your friends say, why bother it’s not going to  make a difference, for God sake will you go out and live, your life will be over before you even know it.

Solomon had the answer to problems, the problems with hunger, the problem with poverty, and he had encountered the “Great Spirit”, the ruler of all, what can be done he prayed, where are we going, this can’t be happening, how is it possible he yearned.

He goes to bed and rests, aware that the angels are all around, and wisdom too, such a wonderful woman, she knows the heartfelt secrets of everyone, no one fools her. In his dreams he can visualize the problem, wisdom does the rest, isn’t she wonderful, the 24/7 carer who never stops giving. By morning time the issue is the same as it  always was in the time of Jesus, share, amen.

A smile on the face of the almighty, a child’s dream is made, a woman finds a safe refuge, how hard is that, little steps, all of them, amen. There is no pride in feeding the hungry, or helping the oppressed, it’s being responsible.

Older Persons

Oh Golly, he looks at the desk, he has to get up, in his hand the calendar, how do i fit them in, it’s impossible, he wonders about it, the new year, looks at the calendar, can’t fit it in their either, when was the birthday, realizes he missed it cause he can’t even remember it, so long since they

celebrated one, oh what a chore, visiting the older ones at such a busy time of year. His Father sits by the bed, the air is sterile clean, smells hospital, instead, it’s one of those ultra clean hygiene marketed nursing homes for the very nearly fully aged, the last resting place before the big departure at they say, where you fletter your last days among the weakest, where you hear the late night screams of the tormented. His Father is close on eighty five, has been in the facility three years, two years more than expected. The financing of it, the mortgage on his sons house and the small pension he draws from his days in the public service.

It’s high maintenance, the running costs going up annually, demand for retiree spaces is huge, the elderly generation living longer, the rest of the generations only now realizing it, they will be elderly one day too, the cost of all these programs, re opening the old arguments for euthanasia.

Solomon was listening to the woes of an old friend. He didn’t want to install his Mother in an old folks home, her ability to move about severely curtailed by a degraded hip, that doctors can only treat with pain medicine. Older persons, they cost a lot to maintain, 2,000 a week, 1500 a week, depending.  Solomon listened to the figures, was shocked, it would be cheaper to stay in a good hotel. His own thoughts of retirement, whatever surprise the boss had for him, had worked for ever.

I Need Attention

Did you hear, She tells them she needs help, it’s only a call for attention, did you not hear, I was needing your attention, whatever attention was or the intention of the attention, what was it for, did you need me to listen, did you want my attention, is that it? The lengths some people go to be heard, just to get your attention, catch your thinking, wanting you to think about them, seeking your attention.

Solomon sighed, the online world was over coming most forms of instant communications, it was simply faster. A friend nudges him, you would not believe what you’d find on the internet, you wouldn’t believe it, the eyes widen, as if the stuff you wouldn’t want to believe was real after all, even though you wouldn’t want to believe it, do you get me, have i got your attention. Solomon shook his head, the only attention you want is on the book of the living, and getting into that needs your attention.

Practice

Father Guibert states: “The distinctive mark of true piety is progress in goodness—at least, in the endeavour towards what is better. Between genuine piety and real virtue there is, then, a bond in their very nature.” “Here is a man upon whose heart piety has taken a strong hold, so that the thought of God […]

via The Bond Between Piety and Virtue — SaintlySages

Are You a listener…..

Will you stop talking, there is something I need to say, will you stop it, she reaches for her apron, he continues to fumble, will you stop and let me get dressed, will you stop, he pesters her, she smiles and laughs, can’t wait to get away, will you stop she laughs. His tone becomes all serious, he mentions the insurance that has to be paid, and the suit she has to collect, he has an important dinner …are you listening….

Friday night. Money usually follows, in order to pay the small debt, crumbs will be left over, a new book even a dress, are you listening, will you stop, he is at her again, will you stop, she grabs the hundred dollar bill, reaches for the door handle, don’t forget he says, you got children to collect, are you listening yet.

Houston

Houston we have a problem, the phone call is short, they are not referring to the storm, even if it’s a tropic on many minds. Houston we have a problem, when said twice, the words have a strong affect. They have been watching the skies for many months, the wave patterns are not what they have heard before, it’s the reality of Heaven, the signals cannot be deciphered, it’s not something they can keep quite.  The agent of the old system, is reporting back, the findings are certainly divine, it wasn’t the news they wanted to hear, it meant the end of the old system and the start of something new, at least they had a contingency plan, let’s be nice to everyone for a while. families refused credit get letters of approval and interest free loans to get them out of the tight corner, there is relief for awhile, the storms abate, what next Houston, they didn’t want to answer that.

Solomon sighed, they should have seen the cloud, amen.