Question: When George Harrison was singing, “My Sweet Lord,” who was he singing to?

Answer: No one Yesterday, I wrote about the Hindu god, Ganesha, being worshiped in a Roman Catholic church. See here. Really strange stuff. That got me to thinking a bit more about Hinduism. Readers of this blog know I was a big fan of The Byrds rock and roll band way back in the day. […]

via Question: When George Harrison was singing, “My Sweet Lord,” who was he singing to? — excatholic4christ

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The Child Smiles

She pushes the buggy, she’s a young mother, it has not been easy, the windows she passes, she can see but can’t afford. The boy she pushes is her two year old son, his father is a delinquent, he has left them both. The money in her pocket will feed them for a few days, cheap pizza from the discount store, sugary biscuits and a little extra, not much more. Across the street, a stranger watches, he has been sent to help, they know she is in trouble. A vulnerable young woman and child is seen as easy prey to the evil mind, easy to coerce and control. She moves on, her smile is pursed, the child giggles, they pass the sweet shop, the boy cries out, she reverses, she can’t afford it but she tries. God Most High watches, 25 trillion off shore and the same again in other places. She feels the coins in her jacket, it was the money for the milk. They enter the shop, she stands before the display, the stranger enters, bumps into her, has gentle eyes. Nice boy he says, looking at the child, the eyes light up, the boy begins to laugh, the mother is surprised, she does not often see him like that, all lit up. You dropped this he says, with a knowing smile. She can read his thoughts, really she asks, he nods again, he never forgets he says. That smile is worth billions to the boss, every time he see’s one, something good happens.

We are going to have a treat today she says out on the street, while junior plasters his face with some sticky sweets, yeah says the kid, now we are really living mom

, amen.

The Lower ground

why bother, he is not coming around, try one of these, go on, take one, it will make you feel good, look he hasn’t shown up for years, the believer is tired, has heard this talk before, his truth is eternal their truth is an addiction. Solomon recalled the words of old, the mocking and harassment the original believers had to endure, he is not coming. Well, Solomon had surprise news, he had encountered the Spirit that transform lives for good. The changes going on were all pointing to the new world order, it had arrived, at last. The threat against the Spirit that lived in so many hearts had been torn and twisted for so long, so long that it had nearly passed away. The constant taunting, the envy that was sowed, you mean your not a millionaire yet, your wife is over weight, that husband of yours is fat, do call what your doing life, wasters. The assault was continuous, the bias, your not like them, do you see how they treat their women, “their women”, who did they think they were.

Many years ago, Jesus told the early apostles, you have God inside you, ask and you will receive the gifts, its’ really that simple. Lost in translation was a saying that came to mind, how the truth of old was miss managed, it was time for a new outlook, it was time for all to find the higher ground, amen. The Spirit of God could do anything, problem was, that Spirit was under assault, and the only way to restore it, was to love fully, amen.

Turn it around!

Moses is getting seriously anxious, he is approaching the river, what am i going to do if this don’t work, he looks at the wife, honey are you with me dear, she see’s the anxiety in his eyes, she pats him on the back, He never let you down before. The refugee cross’s the desert, there is water a half day ahead, he has a gathering with him, he is their friend and guide, they are depending on him. Moses stops at the river, turns around, the crowd is enormous, what now D

ear lord, what am i supposed to do, he has a semi panic attack, then hears the voice, just do as i instructed you to do, remember. The rest is history, David took on Goliath, what is that fool doing, who does he think he is, it will be entertaining at least says some of the others, i give him five minutes, can the giant run, maybe not. Sowing doubts, the mind was full of the threat of failure, failure. Solomon listened to the news, the risk of flooding in far off places, then sighed, storms were regularly turned around, you just had to have faith on a Jesus scale that’s all.

Were all these events warnings of the future, lessons in faith, lessons in reform, probably, well, he encountered the Holy Spirit, and he had never been let down himself since, well..only when he thought that he himself was in charge, pride i suppose, amen.

He’s Home

the wait was worth it, she was in the company of her father again, the sadness forgotten, the healing began. The sunshine arrives, and the smiles with it, almost magic, well it was, but sometimes we take it for granted, the way real friendship is. Solomon was reflecting on the events, the sense of wonder, the hope is real not imaginary. It was the child he sighed, the heart that is restless till the news arrives, your father is home, someone to stand up for you. The void in the hearts of so many, the vacuum that is waiting to be filled, the dealers and their syringes, the online trolls and their hatred of all that is good, imagine being a lone parent child, always waiting, imagine them as being connected to God, as they are, their calls seen as prayers, well i did give them the talent He says, what have they done. I’m a good child, i do what i am told and i clean up, i help, i do all the stuff, so where are you, your not home.

There were many in situations of influence who needed to be wary, at last. The signs from above, indicators of the existence of divine influence, it was just a question of heart and prayer. the door opens, the child lifts up, i can’t believe, the smile is huge, that’s the way it should be, amen. when they start making excuses, it’s time to close the ears.

The Small Child

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e put his head down, the friends had gone home, he was there on his own. His friends made him forget, there were the good times, the way you can forget your troubles, the way the heart is put at ease. He watched from the window, the memories he had, they would stay with him for a while.

The need to escape, the routes we choose, the lonely walk the friends you meet along the way. Solomon was thinking, the refugee in all of us, and what an arrogant world so often forgot, the fate of others, it was their greatest mistake, trying to ignore it all. The mother is in a state, she will be beating him when the booze goes over the meter, and the neighbors will turn up the television, in the hope they wont hear and simply forget.

There was an appeal for help, the father held his small son, it was all he had,. his son, the warm arms of his prayerful father, Solomon was asking the Chief, to remind those in authority they had, this man was calling out loud, 24 trillion off shore, what was the excuse this time, amen. I’m hungry he sighs, his fathers eyes fill with tears, soon he replies. The famine in the hearts, and the need for a response, amen.

Consistency

Are you reliable, do you change depending on who you meet, are you the same before lunch or evening dinner, do you put on the act, do you try to sound sincere and right, good at the smile are you, had good acting lessons, whatever it was, Solomon was confused. Over the years he heard so many outcries about so many crises, from so many different faces, many of them celebrity faces, does that sound rhythmic, i suppose, not trying to sound anything but honest

actually. But when all is said and done, wasn’t consistency what made your mother’s dinner so enjoyable, they always tasted good, morning afternoon or night, same with wisdom from above, always consistent, amen.