Am I doing it right, he didn’t need to ask, the results did the talking, the child was bursting and smiling, his head at his shoulders, turned back, eyes gleaming, giving everyone who passed, a smile and a gaze, put them in a good mood, apart from frighten them maybe. A three year old driving a car,
the child would never forget it, and would have them in circles, despite the challenges, the coldness of the heart, suddenly defrosted, it was impossible not to be happy. The zealots were on the rack for this , as it brought out a smile from the heavens, and an awful lot more, this he was certain of. Their fate their ignorance, so be it, amen, mind those walkers kid, am I doing it right he asks?
Solomon was putting the angels in the breach; few children put a smile of such proportions on the boss’s face and everyone else in the vicinity. And since then they played snakes and ladders, intentionally trying to curb his spirit
, not his, but the Holy Spirit, Solomon wondered, the demon must have been fairly desperate, to even attempt such a thing, and fooled many into believing him, it’s what demons do he supposed, amen.
In the name of the Holy One, and only that, could mountains be moved, if you believed? He’d seen storms turn around, saw what was deemed impossible, amen.
He’d the scars to remind, and he would be always in debt for it, rescued so often, not that it enriched him, he could have, but held out to the end, and the end was eternity, something’s are worth waiting for, not many, but when it rustles the heart as well, it is hard to disagree with it, and
who’d disagree when you had it, the approval from on high.
” With our love, we could save the world.”
We slowly unfurl clenched fists one finger for each fear held tight unwinding the cord in release we breathe in and slowly exhale the poisoned air one more finger loose and free and then another stretching into the eternity that we see before us. We know we need it to be this way, open hands […]
the are so many anecdotes, so many ways to interpret those words, fuzzy head, rumbling speech, innocent woman, group of men around her, tied in a street. The exactness of the old teachers, and the ropes they tied to the human spirit, the exalted position they assumed, while they didn’t follow suit. What is it, to one set of folks it’s a relief job, i can’t get my head around it. then imagine, the teacher comes from afar, the tribes are always arguing, fighting and killing each other, one group in charge this century, a new one then comes along, the constant ache and fear, the lingering memories, the reminders, the history, do you remember what they did. In the midst of all this, along comes a fair leader, tries to include, wants the peace to last, adopts some compassionate practices, till one of his own becomes envious, the ex wife, the girlfriend, the brother, or a simple thief. They take advantage of the kindness, and plan the end of the just leader, amen.
Stop, you are doing this all wrong, you follow the rules but you still don’t listen, it’s the voice of Jesus, we haven’t heard this before. They stop arguing, listen awhile, it hits an inner truth, they can’t ignore it. If only you knew what you could do, once you stay close to the Father. How easy to imagine it, the wandering prophet, who out of nowhere comes with a wisdom they have not heard before. He points to the teachers of the law of Moses, you have to practice what you preach, you can’t serve God and mammon, it’s not possible, lets get rid of this man, he’s upsetting our get rich plans, turbulence, amen. The message was simple he said, it wasn’t a long list of prohibitions, it was respect for Love, good deeds, and honor for the father, amen. Is it really that easy, well stone me then.
Two children play in the rubble, soldiers and hero’s, one holds a wooden AK47, they are more popular than cars, overhead a drone watches, it’s been doing it for years, and what was once a destroyed building, a solitary construction, has now spread to the entire block, but being children, playing and make belief is their fun time, they just use the experience they are accustomed to, and the resources they have at hand. Their parents can’t work, access to the work place is by permit, and the live in the wrong neighborhood.
A young girl bobs her head, she is watching the dance on the screen, she has a smart phone, is doing what her friends are doing, they will all leave a comment and chat about it later, it’s the world they are used to, they are doing what they are accustomed to.
A man of God, arrives on earth, the Holy Spirit is sent, from that far off place that is near at hand, he tries to explain, this life is a leasing agreement, it’s not yours to begin with, you are given a starting point and your goal is to find your way through the maze ,and find use for the love in your heart. he backs up his words with miracles.
imagine today, the number of children under pressure, apart from the tragedies they are exposed to, all of us are exposed to, and trying to make sense of it, and getting advice from those who know nothing about the root causes of so many of the issues, well, they can point out what is wrong but seemly can never do anything about it.
Then imagine a world, where love dominates the agenda, understanding is as normal as breathing, and exploitation is a thing of the past, and the only connection you have to the darkness, are your deeds or non deeds. One reason why Jesus preached forgiveness, it killed hatred. And children don’t need to be reared with hatred. Solomon was trying to make sense of the world. Affirmations and signs. 23,000 dropped dead in the desert when those delivered from slavery, offended Moses. Solomon saw many signs, many of them, there is a power, a mighty power, that is everlasting, and there were those who wanted to limit that knowledge. Each generation could turn the situation around, if they were taught how to love, how hard was that. the children of the world deserved better, all of them, amen. Children follow example, don’t they!.
Just keep me busy, i don’t want to think about it, in her head, once she throws her arms around another human, she’ll forget herself, maybe find love, is that asking too much. She stands before the mirror, notices the magazine headline, she reads while sitting on the loo, 100 ways to feel more confident, written by a successful woman, who led a so called perfect life, her smile is perfect.
Her eyes are sad, but she thinks of a happy event, suddenly she spots a smile, her grin widens for a few moments, she just needs reminding. She doesn’t want to be exploited, she’s had enough of the advice experts, but she’s afraid she’ll miss something if she doesn’t buy it. The cell rings, the taxi is outside, she grabs her purse, one look at the mirror, she’s gone. The journey is a drama, the streets pass by, her gaze follows them, her head is pointed out of the window, were here the driver says. She puts on a smile, hands over the fare, keep it she replies to the extra. Her friends are inside, two vodka’s and she’ll be fine, Saturday night fever time. the music is live, it feels different, hasn’t heard live in a while, the crowd is different, they seem to be listening, they don’t hit on her, they are actually dancing too, her heart begins to flutter, she hasn’t felt like this is in a while. would you like to dance her friend says. they bob and jive, the energy flows, the alcohol is secondary, she is having a good time. three hours later she is heading, Saturday night fever, she feels good for once, goes home with a head on her shoulders, not with a human fever, what the difference a prayer makes.
Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, it is amazing what God can do, just belie
ve it, amen.