The Tramp, The Limo and The Healer

Charlie walks the sidewalk, he is dressed as usual, poor, a limo pulls alongside. Inside, dressed to the nines, some folks he used to know, is that Charlie Brown, damn has he changed. Charlie, he recognises the voice, it’s from another time, one of those. They tried to lord it over everyone, played the markets, robbed from pension funds, and laughed all day long, this is so easy, just put your man in the position and he will pay and pay. Charlie refused to play their game, he left them years ago. Charlie smells the expensive perfume, she is as thin as a rake, is that the fashion these days, Charlie is thin cause he can’t eat often enough. They invite him into the limo, Charlie come on dude, is this meant to be real. He is on his way to see a friend, they are on their way to a party. Choices sighed Charlie who loved to drink. Got an appointment he says, walks on. The car pulls away from the kerb, what a dumb ass the thin rake says. Charlie makes the friend’s house, he is doing a little healing, has a great relationship with God, he just has to ask. Politics and God does not mix, money never has loved anyone yet, and the Holy Spirit doesn’t come around too often.

Solomon sighed, the dream he had the night before, the three men in suits, had a boy with them, a very sick one, frail and thin, only divine help would help him, so they travelled with the child, they hear about the power of Jesus and the Spirit, could it be real. The Father loves the child, and the young boy urges them, he has had the dream too

. It’s the story of old, how they travelled to see Jesus, the power of the Spirit was in him, so they went the distance to see him, made the effort, we only have to touch him they felt. The child is brought back to health before their eyes, then the three wise men, star-struck, this is better than Lazarus, they see it with their own eyes, Solomon smiled. He saw the men in the dream, this is the Power of Heaven. We only have to raise the Spirit, Amen.

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24 Seven Care in a 365 day world…

 

Imagine your old, unable to do it for yourself, in need, walking a difficulty, eating a scary feeling, you can’t chew that well, the risk of food getting stuck in your throat, not forgetting the medication, a number of conditions, from heart beat to sleep, you need the basics, just to get through the day, then remind yourself, all the news chasers, responding to isolated reports, the difficulties some elderly live with, then recall the struggle, of those daily providing the caring, cleaning dirty nappies, assisting with toilet, responding to the alarm bells through the night, imagine what it’s like working and living in that world, always trying to be uppity, going room to room, with advice for everyone, doing the chore, being patient while the residents are not so pliable, feeling confined as they are, in their limited life space, would you do those tasks, for 10 to fifteen euro’s or dollars per hour, or would you leave it to someone else.

Imagine it, if we live long enough, we will be all in the hands of the carers; isn’t time to moved it a notch upwards, those menial jobs many deride, cleaning and feeding the elderly, who once were the Kings and Queens of their neighborhoods, just a thought for a Thursday, amen.

And when things go wrong, everyone shouts, we need a lawyer here, not that the residents are going to benefit, well, at least some good came out of it you say, something for yourself of course, hey, we paid good money, doesn’t those words ring bells in your head!

World Wide Weary…

How many people, it must run to many millions, the number of people, men women, many professional, who spend there time conducting inquiries, regurgitating old news, while everyday another reason for inquiry reaches their doors, the proverbial tsunami of bureaucracy, Pakistan, New Delhi, Geneva, Washington, Ireland, the United Kingdom, everywhere you look, inquiries into the past, while ignoring the now, what a waste of total resources, enough inquiries to feed the hungry and house the homeless across the whole darn world, so much world wide inquiry that is making so many, world wide weary. It’s a pity sighed Solomon, the total waste of resource, for sure he sighed, Jesus would shake his head at them, if it keeps them busy and so many employed doing zilch when it comes to results, they are just confirming the words of old; very few of them are wise.

Outrage in the minds of the conscientious, without inquiry we would forget it all, without inquiry so many jobs would not exist. Meanwhile, 25 trillion lies off shore, safe from inquiry, and there is no inquiry into that at all, it doesn’t add up. So many were blind, and so many righteous too, pure weary. Solomon was asking for wisdom to intervene, and being a daily seeker, he was expecting answers. There were those who wanted the attention of all to be stuck to this world, while ignoring the promise of the world to come, there ought to be an inquiry into that he sighed, what is rare he sighed, the use of wisdom at all. A smile crosses his face, once you float the ship it sails, once you push out the idea, the tide changes. It had been going on for some years now, amen. Do you want to be healed, he imagined many did. If that’s the case, focus on the world inside, Spirit, it always survives. Those who tampered with the well being of Spirit, were now putting themselves firmly in the eyes of the Heavenly life, amen.

Meanwhile, the vulnerable children are being fed into the machine, while those conducting those inquiries, are doing what…..

When you see the cloud, Spirit, great changes, unstable leaders, nations in chaos, well, it’s time you read the ancient scriptures, it’s been said it was going to be like this..Mercy!

Fires in California,Migrants on the Move,Chaos in London,Rescue ship being seized in Italy….

Look at the screen Bob, the world is imploding before our very eyes, Bob shakes his head, it’s cold and wet, and they are standing outside looking in, outside a TV store, they’ve lost their way sometime back, both veterans of the Desert Wars, look what it’s done.

Are you looking forward to Christmas, she wants a smile from the kid, she is visiting a friend, if she gets a smile she’ll feel good as if she’s done something, wont you smile for me she says, all he see’s is her double chin and those thick lens glasses, what have you to smile about he thinks.

Bob and Jim walk to the shelter, it’s a mid week day, so there should be no trouble getting in, Jim is on about the end of the world, Bob wants a warm meal and a bed, doesn’t it concern you he says, passing another TV store, slowing to have a look, what are we going to do about it then!

A concert for the victims, the line of script runs across the screen, a hundred different stars have already signed up, Bob shakes his head, how many ever went to war, they give what they don’t need nothing more, hear about Cindy he asks, you mean the young mother with the three year old kid?

Chaos in Italy too Bob, they are after seizing that rescue ship, Jim frowns, what is that old fool talking of, Italy Bob, the one that was rescuing the drowning people and giving them the medical help, you mean they set up a veterans hospital in the med, what are our navy doing.

Shelters, causes, big concerts, zealots, poor Cindy was waiting in the shelter, imagine, with a child too, she goes out one day and this guy comes over, hands her a ticket, next thing she wins the lottery. A car pulls up at the kerb, Bob looks down, thinks it’s the police, there is a no loitering sign…

The window rolls down, what are you waiting for, It’s Cindy they smile… what about the shelter, the others…

Old Actor

No roles for me, the scripts don’t arrive, I’m over the forty barrier, younger and more youthful required to play opposite the younger men, should have been a teacher. The guild sends the mail shots, at least they remember that movie I made ten years ago.

The children leave home, she is disconsolate, her life has changed, was a minder, a mother, now, she sighs over her morning coffee, no long laundry, no school drives, no teacher parent meets, no more social evenings, no more fund raising, what’s the point.

Nursing home patient, stuck to the bed, hardly walks, can’t speak, can just about raise her head, is the center of attention, Her Spirit is keeping the entire show on the road, she has inner spiritual power, what will happen when she passes, it’s their worry instead.

Solomon sighed, if you die, don’t worry, your deeds go with you, it’s the currency that God counts, what you did for others, its not a crisis of this is all there is, it’s the start of a new career, now that you have graduated, the old actor sighs, wasn’t a bad career.

Bob Dylan, it’s his birthday…

lay lady lay, what a memory that was, baby blue, the memories, the blowing wind, the change, the rhythms, the couldn’t care less attitude, dam will speak to you when i feel like it, tangled up in blue, oh mercy, what good am I, what if, the man in the long black coat, the unforgettable lyrics, the twang voice, that wasn’t a voice at all, a heart, that still touches, what a legacy to reflect upon, at seventy seven, not that he gives a damn. Still listening to him after all these years, who can say that, very few, but teachers all, God Bless you Bob, thanks.