The scripture for today, October 21 (10/21), is Proverbs 10:21 as found in the Old Testament of the Bible: “The lips of the righteous nourish many, but fools die for lack of judgment.” What do you talk about during the day? Do you use proper judgment? Do you nourish others by what you say to them? Are […]
Solomon was remarking on the world of old, how the early generations, in particular the early Jewish ones, won the approval of God. The temples exist the monuments still stand in certain places, the story is not controversial, it’s just that believing comes with a price, a sacrifice if you want. Anyway, everyone gets excited, there is a man who heals people, you just have to go see him, seriously. The men in charge abuse their standing, not all of them but some, they see it as a profession, they organize it, they create an organisation. The early Spiritual power they were endowed with in accordance with their beliefs begins to weaken, till it fails all together. This is not working out, the nearness of heaven is in doubt in the minds of the ordinary, our leaders only reward their friends and those who will do them favors. Along comes Jesus to restore the Spirit, he is given the Holy Spirit, the power of the Father. He can heal, there is power in Him. He goes to his home area, those that know of him don’t believe in Him, as a result, they can’t be healed, amen, he does not feel any love.
How hard is it to have faith, when you live among people who adore the material, worship it, how can The Spiritual blessing work?. Solomon saw storms ease, he wondered this, if only they had the faith to believe, then they could heal the world.
It was not the reaction, it was the ardent hate, it wasn’t Nazi Germany, it was twenty first century first world thinking, an elite with their hands on power, assuming they were going to be as successful as those they replaced. Modern world power, we control the mind, we fill the media, we use others, the way a mob boss does, you don’t rise to the top unless your dirty, examples of it written all over the place, was it my fault she said. The oceans are clean, the off shore theft continues, water supplies are getting cleaner, there is more money in existence than ever before, the machines that print it, the legal schemes that create it, how can it survive, when it ignores wisdom. My fault.
Solomon had the proof of divine interventions, had encountered the Holy Spirit. Revelation was filling the airwaves, new truths coming out everyday, as if preparing the people for change, my fault.
The easy target, the big smile, the wealth, the power, the outspoken, the trouble with North Korea, the sexualization of the world, the permanence of God, where do we stand. We do not agree with what our parents tell us, we learn from experience, but one thing you can’t ignore, the lump under the carpet became a mountain, and now we have to deal with all of it. Some call it unfortunate, some call it a disgrace, tell that to the fish that swims in the dirty ocean, things have to change, don’t blame Donald, listen instead. 24 trillion off shore, banks using software to steal legally, one day is has to end, amen.
The morning comes, the preparation is made, the breakfast, a few texts from friends, ready she sighs, her new school, a new experience, friends she hopes to meet, and the teachers, hope they are good she prays. The effort made to educate and teach, the habits passed on, and the harvest down the line many years later.
Solomon was remarking on the cycle, how it begins, slowly, how influences are made, and the affect it has on those we meet. It was the story of old told another way. How we lay down steps from our actions, and the perspective of the student, who puts their trust in you.
There is a bad happening, the president is reacting, everyone is watching, how will he react they say. If he calls for thoughtful reflection he is considered weak, the usual mongrels only appreciate the hard talk, peace is for the weak ended. How those looking on behave as a result, after all, they have a students perspective, and try to trust in those that are teaching them.
” With our love, we could save the world.”
happy birthday Mr Gandhi, the guest is after arriving, and he has a present for the great man, a bowl of peace, just what i was seeking said the octogenarian, well, he is a little older but his spirit is still young, and he has been restless in the pursuit of a peaceful world, his guest, smiles. What do you want to ask me says the old man, who suddenly stops and apologizes for not offering his guest some tea on the veranda. He has traveled a long distance, to seek the wisdom of the peace activist. There is great concern in the world, so many areas of conflict, and the leaders in situ seem out of touch, the wise oracle is badly needed.
No sugar, i’m sweet enough says his guest. There is a tray of biscuits on the table, Mr Gandhi reaches for one and dips one into his tea, a habit i picked up from the english, he smiles, as he dips it a second time, oops, he lets the biscuit linger and it all falls in. Going to the same place anyway he smiles patting his tummy.
Peace Mr Gandhi, how did you manage it. Mr Gandhi has a childlike smile, his face is radiant, how i got into this place you mean, waving his hands at the surrounds, a paradise of calm and beauty, bliss. His guest nods, no, it wasn’t that peace he was interested in, but how the world was going to mend itself, the threat of wars a daily event, tragedies a regular news item. How do we mend the situation Mr Gandhi, his guest repeats. Mr Gandhi is on his fourth biscuit, and successfully dunks it. Patience he sighs, patience he sighs, not meaning to be overheard. His guest writes in a notebook, patience first. And don’t over react, it achieves nothing adds Mr Gandhi, usually makes things worse, his guest writes more. Patience, don’t over react, his guest is trying to be patient, but Mr Gandhi has his eyes on the biscuits, there is only one left. Should he share it or eat it, and sharing Mr Gandhi says, it makes people thankful, his guest writes sharing into his notebook. The biscuits are gone, Mr Gandhi finally looks up, he smiles at his guest and says,
“so why did you come to visit me then, did you bring any cookies with you then?”
I was seeking wisdom says the guest, oh wisdom, why didn’t you ask me that at the beginning, answers Mr Gandhi, it’s very simple. Once you use the wisdom you have, you get second then third helpings of it, provided you make use of it, it’s the law of the talents. Mr Gandhi sighs, his face droops.
Anything wrong Sir asks the guest?. No biscuits left.