To wake up each morning knowing that the Creator of the universe loves you — From guest writers… re blog, you are never alone

The greatest thing in life is to wake up each morning knowing that the Creator of the universe loves me. As one writer put it ‘He loves me as I am, not as I should be, but He loves me too much to leave me as I am’. ~ Alan Hermann

To wake up each morning knowing that the Creator of the universe loves you — From guestwriters
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Old Hungry Tired

He looks at the weary old dog, she served him well, was a companion for many years, and always a friend, watched over the children, was wary of strangers, and wasn’t afriad to growl when necessary. attentive, she is old now, her limbs are not the same, as you get old they wear out, limps mostly, but he has an extra cushion for her near the fire, she will live out her days with honour and care.

Solomom sighed, so many old and lonely, men and women, out of the spotlight, out of mind, same as those news stories, once the channel changes, quickly forgotten. The leaders of the world, had they a conscience, they will complain when their dinner is cold, send back the slightly over cooked beef, make a big show of whose boss, while leaving so many elderly, many whose pensions were stolen by their friends, to their own fate. 25 trillion off shore, there has to be a remedy for this.

Solomon encountered the “Spirit”, the heavenly help, had the words, was told to write.  So many old hungry and tired, so many economies stolen from, while the off shore havens, bag the cash, the diva’s worry about their make up, the voices sound off about all that is wrong, speak of their love for Jesus, well, it was time to show it, amen.

Solomon recalled scripture, when did you know me Jesus said,

“when you took care of those less forunate than yourselves, those in need, when you were compassionate, that is when I Know who you are….”

In Too Deep

The Emperor is behind the golden gates, the followers come to his door, with a special knock they are admitted, rich and very rich every single one. The child’s story of old, he is naked, he doesn’t have a clue, what are you doing it for, did you not see the signs from above. Move, 2,000 odd years later, the President, yes, Donald and his collection, a bag of mixed messages, everyone telling him how great he is, the cheeky smirks, the odd friends, well, when your in the Klan, well, when you believe in, when your in too deep, it’s hard to back out.

Billionaire understands how the ordinary man feels, touching, understands they are pissed off, understands how to get under their skin, meets those who use the ordinary man, his complaints and anxieties, can achieve real popularity, the more he upsets them, and they have real true blue family virtues, You understand us sir, the ego smiles, nice looking daughter over there, word gets around, he is one of our own. Extreme religious get in on the act, they can pinpoint the trouble spots, where can you upset them, Sir, they will be eating out of your hand.

Meanwhile, back at the Golden Gates, they crowd around, attention, what is going to happen next, there is big bucks in knowing that stuff, unhinging an economy can be a downward spiral for its’ currency, opportunity, the greed factor, this is business at the nuclear level, never had to word hard, easier that shooting bears in a barrel. In too deep, the same with the abuse of the Internet, when it reaches children, it’s a step too far.

Solomon sighed, then he smiled, well, it works. Turn them into babbling fools and let the world see them for what they are, exploiters of people, amen.

The Head Liners

The stuff the head fills with, the recall, the continuous reminders, the little triggers, the wearing out of the resistance, the cry of a child, that won’t give up till it gets your full attention. Escaping the fear, the words of threat, where do you go, the authorities can’t be trusted, everyone can be bought. Inside, the thoughts swing over and back, the lion and the hyenas, they are fifty of them, One lion, they wear him out, the constancy of their efforts, he will have to fall, will tire him out, eventually he will set down and be taken. The stuff that gets in your head, you haven’t got this, you ought to have that, as for your car, the subtle reminders, you are just a consumer, targeted, played. It was the same story all those years ago.

Solomon was reflecting, the children were on their way back to school, moms and dads were getting them ready, new books, the uniform, new shoes, all the bits you need to fit in, no child wants to be left out. He recalls the times of the early believers, and all the appeals by the early apostles, to their growing numbers of believers. They were having a hard time, they were being taunted, goaded, where is he then!. The parade of wealth before them, the ancient roman empire, and how it rewarded those you were servile to it, well, Caesar triumphs over the world, long live the emperor. The troublesome believers, a threat to the old religion, a threat to Rome, the pressure is applied, examples are made of the most vocal, to put off any new recruits. Two thousand years ago, no computers, no red cross, no united nations, just the promise of Jesus, hold tight, the kingdom of God in inside you, you just have to believe.

Today there are great changes going on; the world is topsy turvy, the old regimes are loosing power, and the Spirit that is crossing the world, points to heavenly powers. Solomon could vouch for it. He encountered the Spirit, and held firm, saw many wonders, don’t forget, fill the space inside you, will loving thoughts, death is not the end, just the beginning of the next leg of the journey. As for the head games, ignore them, they too will pass. One thought and they could be transformed into babbling fools, amen.

Don’t Blame Donald….

God works in strange ways, and when we have lost our way, he introduces new themes, new leaders, new thinking, it’s as if we have become blind to our ways, it’s not personal, it’s just that we became too casual, that’s all. So Donald acts like a spoiled child, he digs his heels in, doesn’t listen, is politically incorrect, is not worried what others think, and acts as if he is willing to dump everything, unless he gets what he wants.

If you ask me, he is portraying the actions of all of us, the bias, the favorite, the likes dislikes, the child who hears only one way, and does not want to listen anymore. Reflecting a troubled world, Donald does it well, he doesn’t depend on being liked, so we have troubles understanding him, take the example of the fish in the sea, getting more acidic by the hour, children under assault online, the average habit of the average human, not all that giving, shouting aloud what others want to hear, while in private, something else. It’s time to end the hypocrisy, that’s all. The carpet of human failings has become bigger than mount Everest, and those rose tinted glasses can’t save us, it’s time to ready up, change.

Solomon was reading about the foibles of Donald, on his way to put right, the North Korean problem, like no one else. His counterpart, is up for the change, and for the first time in decades, peace is on the cards for the Korean Peninsula, what no other leader in modern times, was willing to delve into, talking up the fear, is what they all did. If the world is going to heal itself, something new is required, may Donald and the Rocket man show the world, that no one is beyond redemption. In three years time, we might all be playing Golf there, unthinkable almost, but not beyond possibility, amen.

The Gasping Fish

Johnny trout is gasping, he is finding it hard to breath, another ton of garbage slides off the trawler, big chunk of toxic waste, boy the neighborhood has changed. Yo bro, his cousin calls him over, what is wrong with you, i can’t breath, his cousin sighs, when did you notice it, it has been going this way for years, light weight, what a cod!

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, remind them Dear Father, they have to do a clean up, and the children are over stressed to, they can’t cope and they hide their ways, the others, wonder if they get away with it, remind them Please, before they turn the oceans to waste.  Solomon sighed, that will get their minds moving, his prayers being heard that’s all, the day of the excuse was finally over.

A Total Recall

 

Ever the feeling, the one thought that is constant, it floats from mind to mind, the moment when the stranger will appear, invisible but very real. How our Spirits are interfered with, the power of thought and well being curbed, as if someone had applied a break. It must be on so many minds, apart from those addicted, well addicted is too hard a word, it assumes medical need, the suppression of an old habit, it means there is something wrong, what are we going to do about it, almost. No, no, the scale of the problem, so damn political, the scale of the issue, sounds a lot better, particularly to the addict, a business proposal more the truth, you will pay for the therapy, you can pay me back later, the connotations, you can read so many ways. But the stranger in the room, the heckler in the audience, the noise that wants to make noise, the head miner, feeling for anxiety, hoping to exploit, Solomon was listening to it all, and most importantly, the stranger in the room, total recall.

We lived in a world where news was used to exploit undermine and unhinge at times, those receiving it, some call it head mining, others call it propaganda, Solomon sighed, it wasn’t exactly new or anything, it just happened that, that same power to harry people, was now in nearly every pair of hands in the world, total recall, smell the coffee.