Hole in the Ground…

You don’t expect me to dig that he said, His Father was pointing to the spade, hurry up. A plot had been marked out, he was being asked to dig a drain. Machinery can do that he sighed, shovel in hand, he found the spade easier to dig it, it cut through the soil easier, whatever. If he wanted to use the car, he had to dig the hole, so he saw it. Half an hour, a little progress, this is going to take an eternity, his fingers were not used to such work, they were beginning to blister, what would they be like by dinner time. He kept on checking his watch, mobile phones did not exist in those times. I could ring the landscape company ho thought, and hire one of those little machines. And his father would be off all the afternoon, he imagined the surprise on his father’s face, to see the job completed before the due time, think of the credits he’d earn.

Many years later, they gather for the anniversary celebration of his Fathers passing. He is there with his brothers and sisters, friends, they reminisces, tales are told. His wife is with him, their children too. He was always a teacher, Father, said his sister. He nods to his wife; she is after a bout of depression, she was in that state of loss for a few months, he wondered how they got through it all. Then he thought of his father, that hole in the ground, patience.

Mothers… the currency is Love

Their Currency is Love

She loses her balance every time he comes in, he changes her rhythm, same way a child grabs the attention, she is made to honor love, has no choice in the matter. Years before she lost the plot, it was Christmas, there was a global disaster, something she can relate to. Love deserted her, leaving her rudderless for a year or two. She will never make the same mistake again, will never trust a man. Bad enough having to fool demons, it would ware you out most days, having to worry about the gasoline going into your heart, that she can control, but everyday, she droops, until he appears, what is happening.

The boss was furious, have you lost the plot. Only true Spirit can revive her, amen.

Across the world there was a sense of injustice, much of it if not all, powered by poverty and the feelings it evokes. Hows long can you prod an arm before a bruise appears. For many years, for centuries in some minds, there was a great imbalance between the roles of men and women in societies everywhere, some of it justified. Solomon wondered why the arguments continued on the same vein, equality. Men could not bare children alone, and women needed men to bare children, it was a relationship of communication. The rapid growth of technology had overtaken wisdom and wise thoughts. The impulse today is instant gratification, and everyone knew that couldn’t last. The currency of Love was badly needed, 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.

Joan of Arc

She passed on, this day in fact, the year 1431, burnt at the stake, she heard the voice of God, was filled with the Spirit, the same power that gives the swallow a lift, fly, the bird flies, and before her, as said all those years ago, by Jesus Christ, you murdered the prophets of God, and then built tombs to them and venerated them afterwards, the words of ancient scripture, come through, while the prophets are a tide that never fails to arrive, washing away the stone of stubborness, planted in the souls of men, who envied power and control. But the tide of Prophets comes and comes again, same as those warriors facing the machine guns with only swords in their hands. Is this the reason we are given examples of huge human loss, as the human tide tries to overcome the demon, amen. Solomon sighed, it is one way of viewing the journey, and the ever lasting eternal gift that is waiting, when the walls are breached and torn down. The souls mount up, the Body of Christ strengthens, layer after layer, until they fill the body of Man, thereby allowing the return of God’s Holy Spirit to earth. Solomon smiled, yeah, we have come to that moment, thank you Joan of Arc, and all those you inspired, amen.

Ironic really, those that tried to control the earth now have to clean up the mess they created, hurry up boys!

Lifting The Spirit

“it does not lift itself, you have to pump the gas, there is an endless supply when we do.

Solomon was reading a story, the ancient worlds, well, 3,000, or 2,000 odd years ago, seems a long time, but when you break it down and add the years of a small community together, the combined ages of six families can exceed a 1,000 years lived very easily. In the days of old, walls made of mud, warm weather, the shepherds in the hills, the women fetching water from the wells, meals prepared in pots, smoke drifting across the yard, children playing, no one worrying either, is the goat getting fat, the only fear, the thought of war, otherwise, plain sailing, the only other threat, the fear of the Romans, they controlling the lands. The Original Jews, believers mainly, worshiping the sabbath, teaching in the temple, waiting for the Messiah to arrive, as written in their ancient books. A lot of discipline required, the communities labor daily, the pharisee’s play at politics, soothing the angst within the community, keeping the roman’s at arms length, who allow them freedom over their own affairs.

We read these stories today, and then we try to compare those times to these, we add what we perceive to be today’s way of thinking, todays standards, to what was going on in those times and we try and make it sound logical, which is not easy, if downright, impossible. Don’t Marry outside your own, do this, do that, adultery an anathema, you can’t have that, it will destroy the peaceful community, you can’t get a bus and arrive in New York, after messing up in Los Angeles. You get the point, it wasn’t as we see things today. But passing on the Spirit, the strengthening of it, passing it on to those already endowed with it, same as passing on your traits, getting stronger and wiser as a result. Lifting the Spirit,isn’t it great to have a Spirit that is strong and full of good purpose, rather than a Spirit that is strong and full of resentment and hate. One version leads you to a life of Great Hope,the other version leads to a world of tyrants. Nurturing in a sound environment, lifting the Spirit, amen.

Finding Love

I found it, I found it, the eureka moment, it was there all the time, i just didn’t have the time to notice. It could not be bought in the store, ordered online, stored in the garage, hung in the closet, it only existed when you created some, it was as living as the air. Once she accepted this, she found love everywhere she went, how simple she sighed, finding love could not be simpler. Finding a reliable man, well that was galactic by comparison, amen. She put on her make up, a few strands of hair were off center, her lipstick smudged, so what, he’ll think, what does it matter what he thinks, wasn’t that the problem all along, seeking in others what we¬†already have ourselves, approval.

Voodoo Child

There has to be someway out of here, Jimi Hendrix, words written a long time ago, imagine the frightened child, here, there or in Aleppo. The joker cries, the thief inspired, I’ve seen the light he says. The mother groans, the small child is bleeding, the operation has been a success, the strange priest decree’s, she is safe she is safe, from what Jimi asked. Imagine, cutting young women and children in the name of God. Solomon was saying it, few in those parts were afraid to mention it, they are stronger, the women in fear, 200 million across the world and more, cut for no other reason, other than being the voodoo child. Jesus came to tell them to stop, none of that stuff was necessary, his father had no time for it. Reading about it in the news, he hoped Mrs Clinton would cross the winning line, even to lift the women in those far off places as well, amen.