The Healing Spirit

He is in the bed, there are days, and this a heavy one, his mind is trouble, apart from the pain, there are memories. Lying on the bed, all the time in the world to think, the only noise, the coughs and roars of others in the wards, the rush of feet on the corridor, old age he sighed, wishing he could get to his feet. He has a rush of thoughts, it’s as if all that is wrong, his mistakes have come to overtake him, crush him inside. Fight he says, trying to push the images away; it’s a collage of all the harm he has encountered, why did I not do more. Please God, release me from this nightmare, please, he pleads, how I wasted my life, why did I gather all those things; the previous week he was worried about the insurance cover on his classic car collection; at this moment he doesn’t care if they all suddenly rust, what does it matter when you can’t take it with you. That was before the stroke. Alone in a private room, who needs time to think when what they have to think of is only about themselves.

Solomon had lunch with a good friend, a co believer; they were exchanging Godly wisdom, the conversation was alive, there was energy, the conversation they have; the lives that had touched them in many happy ways. How the heart fills with light, when you look outside yourself, how the body has time to heal, when you don’t have to stress yourself out. Rest sighed Solomon to his friend, a very thoughtful soul, who spent most of their days, encouraging the words of eternal life, rest is essential; as he pointed out to his friend, gesturing with h

is hands to his fellow diners; no one here got here on their own, no one ever does, amen.

Christmas Party

Dress for affect, it’s not everyday the boss gets drunk, the ideas that go around the heads when booze celebration and Christmas merge, and the ideas are a long way from the memory, of Jesus. Ungainly at times, the number of affairs that start during the holiday party, the marriages that fall to the floor, the opportunity to make amends with an employee you want to thank personally, the Christmas party is one of those events.

Solomon sighed, the giving part of the season was on the radio, the call for help, the multiple organisations doing their job, canvassing for help, using the giving season to ramp up the coffers, Solomon sighed, there has to be an easier way. There is an awful lot of dread in the world at any given time, too much for most minds, but they exist, you wonder why, ask the polar bear on his last lump if ice, when will he jump and go where, well, sounds like the immigration trail.

Meanwhile at the office party, they gather, the doctor offers the usual warnings, flying hormones, hard work, the need to let the rocks flow, the normality of it all, when you close up inside., the fear of those easily passed on diseases, it’s quite a list.

There is an easier way He sighed; raise the Spirit of Well being, remind oneself of the great interventions, the rapid changes in so short a space of time, even the four seasons in one day, enough to remind yourself, there is a Heaven above. Solomon wondered why there wasn’t more of an effort to celebrate the Greatest Party of all, in the way the three wise men intended, amen.

 

 

The Same One he said…really..

 

I should be here, he is awkward, there are lights on the tree, the air is filled with joy, it’s made for children, the wonder and the surprise, Ahmed is surprised, they celebrate Christmas, the birth of Jesus, the same Jesus we pray to, why aren’t we having a celebration like this. His friend TJ is showing him his home, their parents are away, normally they would not be allowed to do this, the adults not allowing it, but since they are children, they don’t have any of this bias.

Solomon sighed, how barriers are so easily created, when a little wisdom could short change this negative approach easily. Children enjoying the promise of Joy, families and friends being a little more thoughtful, people more together than usual, the world a little warmer in some hearts. Jesus, it’s the same one, for all of us ,why allow a little dogma separate you from joy.  The rules we create that divide us and the walls we build around us.

Stuff we need to get right, amen.

 

 

 

Head

All that grey matter, what is inside it, how do you store it, what does it entail, does it encourage you to be a good Samaritan, help you think of others, does it fill you with fear, there is a bang outside, we assume the worst, we see a head scarf, the face covered up, we feel strange, what is hidden frightens us. Jesus spoke the words of Life, light that fills you inside, not the dread, the dread we worry about. Imagine it, it was said all those years ago, still holds true, and there are changes in the atmosphere, as if our worries are being lifted from us, as we realize, there is a God Most High, and demons are afraid of the Spiritual power that springs from HIM. Now the bullies are in shock instead.

Little wonder sighed Solomon, when our heads are filled with all sorts of wants, we forget the One want that overcomes all our worries, amen.

The Substitutes Bench

The players roll up, they are in line, next, the coach says, your on, move left, left you go, the game is in play, it’s the super bowl of divine intention, and there are those who want to disrupt the play, they want to win at any cost, while the good team wants to win on merit.

You are sitting at home, perhaps your old, or young,  perhaps you have a disability, perhaps you spend too much time wondering about what you could have been doing, regretting, wishing you had stayed home that fateful night, or wished your mother had taken better care of you, before you were born, whatever, you made it into the world, not by your own free will, but by the law of Birth, Heaven, with eternity the goal at the end of the rainbow. You can’t leave the house for extended times, your medical condition has you like a chain, and you medical insurance is restrictive, does it get tough sometimes….

In the old folks home, can’t move without assistance, and when they come to visit you, its’ as if they have forgotten you, some life, and you prayed all your life too, it’s not fair. God knows all this, he passed out an abundance of talents to satisfy all needs, but as the children became too much in themselves and built little kingdoms, for the benefit of their ego mainly, its nice to impress, don’t ever forget it though, when the medals are finally awarded and the trophy is handed over, the substitutes get the winners medal too.

So put purpose into your heart; while you may have setbacks and feel passed over at times, we all play key roles, and we fit in where the need is greatest. So when your on the bench, you are still part of the team, amen.

Solomon sighed, he was recalling the old story; some of the pharisee’s and his own apostles were asking; why was such a person born with restrictions, what was his or her sin they asked. Jesus knew they were trying to confuse him, Jesus simply replied; well, it’s to show the great power of God. We see a fellow soul in trouble or in need, our hearts are moved, the ball is in play, what are we to do about it…..it’s also why, angels are careful not to rush in; there are those who act up with the intention to deceive, amen.

Too Devout For Me….

It’s not easy, and eternity is a real destiny, the words of old and the habits of some, they are too devout, do you see the way they pray, we’d never go that far, then the heart twinkles, and you get a reminder of heaven, there are healings, the sky, the patterns in the sky, even the numbers. reminders, there is Heaven, and these are reminders that’s all.

Solomon watched as some built walls and the others who built bridges, one view was entrenched, the other wanted to encourage and is divine, way some folks are more inclined towards love than others. As for security, what is more secure than a real world love that never fails. Solomon had prayers answered, encountered the angels, there was nothing to prove, Heaven is real, I hope that isn’t too devout for you.

Did they ever imagine it; those leading the way, encouraged daily, with the prayers they uttered every day, thoughts of heart felt wellness, were

lighting the path. Ironic sighed Solomon; One side was critical of the others, each fault finding, that’s too much some would say, the habits or the practices. Perhaps, all those disagreements were ways to get people to notice each other, same way a rebellious child causes a nuisance, amen.

Head Thrash

To spend an hour getting the crease right, get angry, getting upset, getting wound up, feelings you will have forgotten an hour later, only to get annoyed in the office, when a junior makes a mess, an opportunity to show your credentials, imposing your will over another human being, same as the tramp who becomes a millionaire after winning the lotto, who starts imposing his will over those who looked down on him, because he can, and everyone bowing and smiling at what they were repulsed by, cause they now want a share of what he has now, not that they had any notion of sharing his anxiety or distress. Is that a description, or just a throw away comment; but then again there are those who dress to impress, sort of fool us, as if their beauty will distract us and we will not be interested in anything else. Head thrash sighed Solomon. The lowest common denominator, had changed, sex and money had been replaced by the environment, times were changing.