You Measure Me…

What do you see she asks, her face is covered by a mask, she has only heard his voice. She didn’t want to meet him, the dream might then end, she is afraid of being rejected, and it’s a feeling her heart cannot bear. The mobile phone, the connection, her words will never be rejected. Her fears are based on what she reads and what the media produces. The President is surrounded by blondes, rich men, and powerful friends, what good am I.

Her Father is anxious, her mother distraught, their sixteen year old daughter is anorexic, and close to death, her bones show through her flesh, she resembles a concentration camp survivor, it would be hard to tell them alike. What are we going to do, what are we going to do, we are going to lose our baby her mother cries. …

Solomon listened to the words of ancient scripture, a habit of his. Listen to the words of God, there is life in them, and many warnings.

“Those in authority will be dealt with severely when the time comes!”

Solomon is on the street, minding his business, he hears the angry words of a demon, he stops, thinks for a few seconds, says a prayer. The noisy demon runs for cover. So you are unwell, imagine David as he faced Goliath, no one gave him a chance, except himself and God, the rest is history.

 

Happiness and Leonard Cohen

Life can be an exhaustive journey, a woman standing on the side of a river, about to enter a boat, freedom on the other side, I suppose if we are honest, we are all that female refugee, the same way, Jesus was a refugee from the authorities of his time, seeking freedom for the people of God, who were being misled, the teaching too complicated, the weight on the shoulders of the believer, same as that woman, leaving her life behind her, for a better one ahead. Life is the story of deliverance, if you want to call it that; there are those who want to help the pilgrims, and…..

those waiting to rob them. On the journey we take along consolation, pictures or letter, reminders of safer times perhaps, comfort. Jesus brought news of our divine nature; told us we that we were all gods, we just had to believe.

Solomon sighed, he was celebrating the festival of booths, call it deliverance, it’s not the brand of your religion that matters, its how you are with others. All stories of help, come with a happy ending, on this day many have been delivered, and so Had Solomon, and Leonard Cohen, great company for all when times were difficult, amen.

 

My Afternoon

First question you hear, he or she comes in the door, the first words out of the mouth, how was your day,, then the story is told, it begins with the same question, same with friends who haven’t met for awhile, what are you up to. The question has many answers, and can cause a return to a moment or period in time, then we talk of those days, the recall, that’s how we used to spend the afternoon; your young, it’s Sunday or Saturday, you have your friends over, if your lucky enough, there is a show on the TV, maybe a movie, there is engagement, everyone understands what the others are doing, you are all together for a purpose, to enjoy each others company. So this is what you did during the afternoon, as you get older, play time is later, the activities a little freer, as you become a little more surer. Step to step, the tree house first, the neighbors, friends, the local mall, the city, the overseas vacation, each step an extension in your life.

Solomon was reflecting on experiences, how we arrive at different places, why we stop outside a church, why we think of others while were inside there, how we feel a different way when we are outside, how we react to people we don’t know, how we continue to build as we go. So from your simple question, how was your afternoon, you have by the time you get to the end of the afternoon, the opportunity to reflect on what you did during your afternoon, and what was it that made it.

A busy woman, on her way to a meeting, she is in a hurry, wants to make time, rushes across the road, misses the bus, and stops on the pavement, the exertion having triggered a murmur in her chest, she is doubly anxious, and out of breath, she puts the gym on her to do list, her profile of herself has grown. There are so many ways our lives twist and turn, a sign  in the window, I need a pair of shoes, the color of her dress, and the party you recall wearing it at.

There are so many influences in our lives sighed Solomon, some productive, some down right destructive. So how was your afternoon he asked himself, what was it that stood out as the preacher used to say, telling us in this way, that we had choices, and choices led to decision, then to actions, good bad or indifferent, it all adds up, same as this afternoon.

Our World

We are the tenants in this world, the means for gathering we have been given, in our race to success, we tampered with the mixture, added chemicals to hurry the growth, we hurried to progress without thought of consequence, left our mistakes to the next generation, not that we planned it, we just hoped. Addiction to the material brought us to the brink, there is a limit, but when there is no water to drink, as they say, the options become limited, and in our efforts to distract others from our faults, we started wars to rally support for our schemes. If this sounds like an apology, I sure hope this is what you assume, how can we plead for mercy if we are not contrite and real. There are many flowers in the garden, multi colored, all races, all different sizes of fields, the reality of the words of Jesus, we are called to be Samaritans not judges, as some try to believe. There are no favorites, everyone is treated the same, we are compassion, we are love, we are charitable, if we truly believe. We are the tenants in that old parable, this you must believe.

Solomon was listening to the words of a far off preacher, a man of Godly esteem was having a final goodbye, he saw the crowd, many of them celebrities, and these are the thoughts he had. As Ezra says; when the day comes and you must face the judgement, you will only have your deeds and what comes out of your mouth to defend you, amen.

Memory Issues…

 

Living in a world, that is full of memory, and then the large number of people, loosing their memory at the same time, and what is a memory; is it the once clean ocean, is it the clean social environment, is it the gap between the poor and the rich, is it the fifty million who lost their lives in the last war, is it the waiting list for the vital surgery, is it the tear filled ballad sung from the heart, that went to number one, and made the ego jump to new heights, memory issues, 23 trillion off shore and counting, we have a dire shortage of cash, we haven’t this and that, we used to have clean water on tap, we used to have men and women who loved romance, now we breed addicts and find ways to trap them, there are lots of memory issues.

Solomon sighed, the changing times would help with the memory issues. The memory of Jesus and his miracles, The sacrifice of those who gave up their ego’s for God’s world to come, Yusuf Islam, Cat Stevens….

yes, there are those who can make the leap, there are some great souls left.

Dante’s World…Author Day

National author day, why not choose one with a bit of gusto, something that opens the mind, it’s a time of change, there are signs, the criticism of Dante, I haven’t read the book yet, but it has a few choice words on the well being of large institutions, and how power is so corrupting, so the leaf notes go, well, I read the blog report, and have an inkling, that this is a book worth reading, as it has all the main characters from the Spiritual worlds. And written 800 years ago, it’s seems fitting to give it a read, in these times of great change, its the learning that matters.

Romeo and the Rules

Love lost and found, Milton, the bard of Avon, the dangerous journeys, the stories written into our histories, the impossible victories, the great rescues, Samson, and his last act, David over coming the odds, there is much to remind us of the highs and lows we face everyday, and so much encouragement, did they really do that.

A mother sets out with a boat load of strangers, a flimsy craft that would not qualify for insurance, the worries she feels by passed by the freedom she hopes to find. West side story, he is not good enough, she comes from a broken home, the strange ways we are instructed in wisdom. Then the faith barriers, the rules of the organisation, how we prepare for prayer, what we eat, who we see, how we engage with others, will he change his religion, it used to be a catholic protestant thing, how will they raise the children, the Indian girl who falls in love with the boy from the wrong caste, the oaths that are taken to satisfy religious practice.

There are so many barriers to love, arrangements we have to follow, until the word expands, and understanding of the meaning of love explodes, when there is finally change. So many rules, lessons, when love does not own anything at all, yet the plans we make to control it, something we don’t even own or can ever own.

Solomon had friends from many faiths, and the faith never got in the way,¬† not in his mind; as he said to a fellow believer; we don’t do it all the same, same as the flowers in the garden, but at our core, we have the same engine, there is one God, and love feels the same, it’s the barriers we put in the way that defines us. Romeo didn’t follow the rules.