Who Do You Recall…..

What dents the heart, who is that wakes you up, what is it that reminds, Solomon was reflecting; the fast life, goes by in a whir, like speeding down the motor way, it’s a blur, you see nothing but think your going places, all you have in mind, the journeys end, not the wave of experiences, it’s so easy to forget life, or what you are supposed to be. He read the story of the carbon footprint, the legacy of your life in pollution terms, what a concept, how about turning the argument around, the impact you made in other lives, much more soothing, and thought provoking, the report that gets you a pass where it counts, not a long list of the negatives.

She is a busy modern woman, has success on a plate, lets the children out, to be reared by others, same as many stuffed to the gills with success on their mind. Years later,she has a distant relationship with them, and wonders why. Solomon was in the temple, had thoughts of old friends on his mind. It wasn’t bad, there were great moments, he had a few he held tight to, and then he thought of the little pal, the child who saved the world, well, the boy assisted him, and humbled him with raw honesty, made more of an impact than most, had a working heart. Then he recalled the cynics, the leave it to others brigade, he could hardly remember anything about them, seriously. So there he was praying for them all, he hoped the cold hearted woke up, before it was too late. Those who love won all the awards in his book.

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.

 

Money Makers ….

Hear the saying, money makers never tire, they have boundless energy, all addicts do. Till the money runs out, or the drug runs dry, then it’s bedlam. Solomon was thinking of some nasty folks, who undermine the well being of all for a few bucks. How foolish he sighed, when there are signs of Godly intervention all around, how they shrivel inside knowing that Love, real love, is the only currency of interest to God. There are limits on what we need, there are limits on desire, sad for those with egos bigger than Mount Everest, what is in store for them, Only God Knows. 24 trillion off shore and mounting, they say all volcanoes burst, same as the waistline after too many feasts, amen.