Ezra Writes Again…

Who the darn is Ezra you might ask, an old name and a new one, there is the singer fella, I

heard his stuff, pretty good. The two friends are sitting outside a cafe, drinking the afternoon latte, they are old generation, brought up in the time when a cell phone was a gadget from star trek, beam me up scottie, one of those. Can you imagine holding a bit of plastic chuck, and talking to someone in space, cause that is what they did in star trek, chuck nods, that was a long time ago he sighs, while foam dribbles onto his shirt. You got a bit there points Harry, chuck gives the spot a rub.

The two friends remind each other of olden times, the simplicity, perhaps the naivete of people, perhaps the charm that was standard, every neighborhood had a Clark gable and a Marilyn Munro they laughed, the woman all the married women used to worry about, Chuck recalls, he smiles, it was a one night stand. And stars were stars, involved in helping, not the self centered variety.

The false teachers and the real ones, Solomon imagined something similar, the true messengers and those who jumped on the wagon, it was in the warnings, same as real stars and the imitation exist, it was all written thousands of years before, we just haven’t been reminded. Ezra was a prophet close to his heart, his story was dramatic, but the explanations he was given, clarified so much, strength and vigor exists, as we age we keel over a little, same as weakness of the Spirit. He was looking for a story, a name, a title, cause the story was written, he was just adding the coverings, he needed a name. Look back to Ezra, remember Moses, what was in their minds, how did they manage to cope with it, it was a lot in those times, imagine what they must be feeling now. Solomon sighed, pretty interesting. According to Ezra, that is not a bad title he smiled, even better, Ezra rides again, even better.

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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.

I’m Young

She handles the gadget, in awe, it’s almost religious, it connects to billions, and she has the world in her hands, she wonders, the message is risque, will i press the button, and get involved in the game. The button pulses on the screen, push me push me, she’s on the brink of change, others have pressed the button, she wants to tell her mother, but she won’t understand, that’s what her online friends tell her. A neighbor passes, she smiles, she used to play with dolls, games children play, but that’s so old fashioned. Her idols, well, they, she doesn’t know what she wants, she’s young. There is no one to guide her, both parents work, she’s lucky that way, her friends mother works all the time and she has no father, who do you turn to, everybody is doing it, pressing the button. Her little heart sighs, why she pauses, she senses the fear, just do it anyway.

I’m young, is anyone hearing me. Solomon was reminding himself, and others, life is a journey filled with responsibility, risk, and a goal at the end, the door to heaven possibly. The older ones act as guides he imagined, the way teachers assist their pupils, because, they are young. Solomon wrote it as a prayer, many were calling out, seeking help, amen.

Solomon Prays

Acting as if they are Gods, times need changing dear Father, many in difficulty, across the world in conflict zones, hearts are crying out, the pleadings of your son, the Holy Spirit visited, TRUST IN GOD MOST HIGH, Free the love, the efforts to control an affront to love, it’s time dear Father, why wait a day longer.

If they sold out their sisters and brothers, why let their pain go on, they have suffered much, abused so long, demon needs to be undone, and his legion of followers with him, open the abyss and push them in, in the Name of Jesus I make my prayer, love is getting strong, with your divine assistance we can change everything, amen.

Patrice Mulumba

Patrice Mulumba

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They might have tried to hide from me, they can’t hide from you, let the love escape, it’s time for decisive action, lets make the change, let no one doubt, the great change has come, amen. Solomon was putting words on the hopes of many, many who had given up, despondent, he had the ear that mattered, knew  it could be done, and a summer to look forward to, amen.

The persuasive thoughts of the mind readers were of no affect despite their efforts, it was time to end their control, if they were going to remain stubborn, the fate of the Egyptians awaited them, the crossroads had been reached, decision time, amen.