The Great Promise

I will send the Holy Spirit, he will come and tell you the words, you will be defended, nobody, no power on earth, can overcome the Spirit that I will send. The apostles look at each other, great, I hope he is not telling us lies. Jesus raises the eyebrow, they will get it eventually, he has much to do, but he told them, it will be okay. Two thousand years ago, what a promise… many years later, struggling writer is at the desk….

The Spirit arrives, he writes a few cures, it begins to happen, he can find the words, they just come, incredible. It’s real, praise the lord he smiles, his fingers on the keyboards, you mean you can write a better future, Yes you can, amen. Better wish carefully, amen.

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Ministry of Sounds

 

Can’t sound it, sound, action to her, affects inner harmony, will I get up, she glances at her I-phone. To others it seems extravagant, to her a diagnostic tool, she’s a locum. Irritating, will I.  Her shift starts in, she dips her eyes on the phone, she is precise, a trainee surgeon, doing the steps. Her fingers are long and graceful. Where they have been; last evening, inside the chest of an elderly man, noise disappears, music again, continues reading. She lives in a three room, ignoring the bathroom; everyone has one of those, as vital as a healthy rectum.

 

Doing in the Head…

snake oil salesman, comes to town, opens the back of his truck, this will cure you he howls, while those seeking hope gather round. $2  a bottle, the folks stick out the hand. They are doing their heads in. Jesus sighs, did they ever do anything simple. They put so much effort into getting ready for the ritual, they lost out on what it all means. He is listening to it, so are those who turned away, its simple, you don’t need all that.

Meat, days, washing, foods, he throws his head into the air, why are they making what is so simple complicated; it’s the same as giving a lawyer access to your thoughts, sooner or later they will find some fault and then the arguing and division will come.

He warned the pharisee’s, why do you burden the people, it’s simple. So in order to help, he sits down and tells them the story of the good Samaritan, who were not popular to others in the day. They listen; this dude can call down thunderstorms and miracles, don’t upset him, they listen; How you love is how you treat total strangers, that is who you really are, not just how you treat your friends.

Food on Friday, meat, washing hands, ritual cleaning, circumcision, none of it matters, no matter who who are, if you don’t fully love. The barriers to entry, that religions had created, needed to be revised, it was that simple, unless it was a cult they were aiming to achieve, amen.

The Woman

She is a refugee, she hasn’t much, she does what she has to do, she has to feed herself. Her heart is big, she has relatives back home, she saves what she can, knowing what circumstances they live in. The money isn’t big, fifty dollars here, twenty dollars there, 100 when the times are good, she does what she has to do, the woman.

It’s a busy Friday night, the men are hungrier than ever, they like the fact she has a color, it’s more of a thrill for them. They empty they pay they go home, she puts her money in her sock, it’s safer there, by the time it gets to her village, it will be enough to feed them all, that woman, what is she doing, the days and nights have been hard.

They judge her those that pass, do you do the risky stuff some ask, how much. A veritable toe rag in the eyes of many, to be used and passed over, forgotten like she has no use, that woman. Many judged too simply, many rush to conclusions, Solomon thought of Jesus, what would he say or do, he’d certainly think less of those that judge her, the way so many do.

Remember Rehab, she found favor with God, for helping defeat the enemy. No one came to judge her afterwards, after knowing her profession before; tut tut, Solomon sighed, a mother feeds her children, while 25 trillion rests off shore, who do you think God will support, that woman of course, amen.

wisdom on Friday …. a re blog

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Complete Strangers…

Out for the night, it’s Friday, have been working all week, now it’s me time, and what’s better than meeting a complete stranger, and letting it all hang out, right, am I right or not, just think about it, no strings, no guilt, no anxieties, pure contact with another soul, so you think, the excitement, good or bed, the risk gets you high thinking about it, right.

No one knows your faults, your true self you never have to be, no discussion about troubled relatives, no shit to say about your job, or the trouble you had all week, you got the mobile phone to do all that, well don’t you. Three in the morning, alone, the head spinning, the booze running you, you think your being yourself, won’t do it again.

Complete strangers; there are so many avenues to choose from, could be a hobby group, people you have something in common with, it could be a game of golf on a new golf course, or perhaps, the last person you met online, the total stranger in the room. You discuss your likes and dislikes, the stuff you prefer, you can get intimate, you can lie.

Complete strangers, and what is worst you say, not that it’s bad all the time; it’s the habit being formed, the useless connections to stranger, strangers, stuff you warn children of. She plays with the phone, there is a movie on, you watch she twiddles her thumbs, your now the stranger in the room, what about that for a turnaround, you the stranger now.

Solomon sighed, so much contact, so little discussion, so many people feel like this, why were so many saying nothing, just putting up with it. Well, if i’m bored i can always check the mobile I

suppose, amen.

It Wasn’t Us?

Impact, the influence we have on the lives of others, the red carpet is prepared so are the plaudits, the camera’s flash, smile, we are great, wow factor, then to be adored once inside the door, bling pretty clean new, the Kings and Queens of the earth, one day Solomon imagined, they would all have to account for their work.

Anger, a close up, the look in the eyes, the language, so grown up, even if meant for very young ears, well we, in a world that was over booked in terms of violence, those reading the script had a role in the matter too. Solomon watched a documentary, and it wasn’t pretty, gruesome, dark, very human and frightening.

The plans to murder, the old resentment never far from the top, Solomon listened, as locals and militia, joined in the murder of so many Jewish People, neighbors and work colleagues, quickly joining in the slaughter of millions, using the old hatred, and the false propaganda to justify their actions, it wasn’t us.

The child is five, maybe six, has to live in a difficult environment, has no place to turn, is emotionally committed, love is what we are born to, it’s the reason for being for all of us, getting along. Exposed to violence and those gadgets, he finds solace in the game that stops him thinking about, it’s how so many addictions are born.

It wasn’t us, what excuse was that, if you are aware of what is happening before your very eyes. Don’t mention hunger, amen. Imagine, God Most High is real.