Dot Dot Dot…

The unseen becomes life, the unseen causes death, as for Faith, it’s an invisible gift. Solomon was reading the ancient scriptures, the story of the mustard seed, and how Jesus told his apostles; all you need is a faith the size of a mustard seed, the smallest of all seeds, and when you have that faith, anything is possible. In the context of today, the worry over the corona virus, and how what is invisible to the eye, and impossible to see unless under the microscope, can be so lethal, it only reinforces the power in those original words, as spoken. Faith depends on deeds of course, as without them, your faith is mere words.

Solomon was reflecting on how the smallest bits in creation have such a huge impact on our lives; the story of the bee one more example, the plankton that the huge whales depend upon; in a nutshell what is tiny can be both life saving and life destroying; perhaps it’s another reference to the delicate nature of the Spirit, and how easily it is disturbed.

life begins from the tiniest of sources, yet carries with it the experience of other generations, as the habits molded

their in, reflect so much of life in the past; how it is possible. Then to compare with human folly; how so many boast of what is common and meaningless; amen.

To All the women who struggled, had to put up with it, this is Saint Brigid’s day..

Solomon sighed, he wondered where the sense of nurture was found in most lives; the answer came easy, he thought of the mothers of this world, and all that they sought, a peace filled world for their children, fairness, and respect. It is not a lot to ask for, but considering the huge numbers of women burned at the stake, and how the role of the feminine was dragged through the proverbial sewer, unless you were lucky enough, to have been chosen by the King, and those with similar fortunes.

Solomon wondered; how did we thrash so many great gifts, why did we listen to those mantra’s, there is nothing you can do; what influence was trying to instill this into so many heads. Saint Brigid would have given them short shrift. A no nonsense lady, amen, blessed with the Spirit from above….

Fracking Fools

Oil guy big smile,

finance guy big sigh,

Put the rig over there,

Hard to hear clearly,

Chopper very noisy,

Million barrels a day,

Amazing the technology,

Pump in the chemicals,

Whoof the oil gas flew,

Water becomes polluted,

Nature reserve destroyed,

Land becomes useless,

A sore in everyone’s eye,

Mr President what’s up,

Energy independence he quips,

Fathers mind your children,

That was just an election boost,

Protester gets twenty years,

For upsetting the president,

Mother Nature howls,

A big freeze you want,

She looks to the sky,

God gives the directions,

Wind blows cold air,

Country freezes everywhere,

They wont frack around much now,

Mother nature is consoled,

For the time being anyhow,

Poisoning the water everywhere,

First the arctic now the rivers,

Can’t believe such stupidity,

Meanwhile chopper stops,

Rotors seize up,

Oil guy finance guy go down,

Pilot miraculously survives,

Two more incoming.

Gates of hell opened,

In the two guys fly,

The end.

Tyrants Anonymous meets..

The organizer, a three year old child, a little boy with a big heart. He heard a voice. Get them together, and tell them what you heard. The boy told his pals, we got God on our side, lets organize a meeting. So the first meeting of T.A was organized. Being organized by children, it attracted a most unusual crowd, what was the interest. They stretched around the corner, and ran for miles, the bullies.

The children look at each other, how are we going to deal with this lot. A tramp appears out of nowhere, I know where they are heading, a reversal of fortune, he says. The first will be last, the last will be first. That’s what Jesus said!.

Who are you the little kids said. I’m the overseer he replied. The children nod, That’s God or one of his close friends. You never know who you meet these days. Do Tyrants eat popcorn asked a voice, a young girl with entreprenerial skills. Well, we might as all well feed them, give them treats, before they have to visit that other place.

2020 Chaos….just growth pains…

Distraction, the war engines throttle up, in conflict there is opportunity, and when all seems lost, it has only just begun, A man, with power, has another man with Power, removed from life, while the Australian Bush burns. Global, human co-operation is required to solve issues of life and death, our very existence, while the gap between the rich and poor grows wider. Solomon was remarking on the news, how if affected people, how the call for war, was like adrenaline to a junkie, or the white snake oil salesman telling the towns people, that what he had in the bottle was their cure all. We all want to believe the best.

Remain calm, word gets out that John the Baptist has been murdered, Jesus rises in strength. His words grow ever faster. Jesus himself is dying on the cross, his early apostles go into hiding, thinking they will be next. Soon thereafter, they are in total joy, they meet Jesus again. The Spirit lives, they are given gifts of the Spirit, and to this day, the names of the prophets are on many lips, despite efforts to curb the enthusiasm, for anything that does not lead to wealth creation.

As said in old times, Forgiveness kills the instinct for violence, something we need to reflect on. Moses and the burning bush, food for thought though, and hopefully rain for Australia.

 

Human Loving

We all gripe, complain, spit, we all have an opinion, we all carry hurt, it could be something simple, body image, could be complex, orchestrated harms, apartheid, the color of your skin, there is much that can be complained of, but Human Loving continues, The Spirit inside strives. Solomon was on his way, admiring the light, the indicators good, Heaven’s friends were smiling, hearts were firing. The Sun is out, our attitude is positive.

I don’t believe in them she said, they only want to control women, what are they all afraid of she said to him, an elderly person. It wasn’t a complaint, it was a sort of fact, this organised abuse of the role of women, not the role of Mothers, just the attitude towards women. Imagine, 2,000 years since Jesus, who was readily happy in the company of the female of the species, and as noted by the scholars of that time, he wasn’t known to complain of women, mostly complained about his own band of followers, men.

Solomon had been in the company of Holy Spirit, and the Spirit….

lived in Him, and many great things happened, healing: Spirit rises, your health improves, Spirit rises, you need less of the material, Spirit rises, less wars, more  peace. Basic stuff, yet the church authorities were forever spying, just as the Pharisee’s did, all those years before. perhaps, the old lady was 100% right, they love being in control, amen.

INN Keeping with the Spirit…

 

She pulls her bag, the shoppers pass by, she is not covered in smiles, quite the opposite. She wants to get home, she is safe there. Just feeling safe, there is a lot for her to worry about, her friends have gone their ways, she rarely hears from them, booze and anxiety causes separation, its’ a busy world. God will help me, she prays a lot, Her Faith is based on her deeds; she has given a lot and not asked for much in return. Her bag clinks, it’s a lonely time, she wants her time out, the past can be hard to bare. She toiled with the oppressed, gave more than most, now her Spirit weeps, she is in need of a revival.

Inn Keeping with the Spirit, sighed Solomon, and difficulty with the birth, the lack of space, the need to find a shelter, for the young life inside her to survive, or for the Spirit inside her to revive. Many stories are told, the beautiful Jesus, the wealthy visitors with the gifts for the new King, the threat against the new Spirit. There are many ways to interpret Christmas, but in keeping with the Spirit, finding a suitable space for the Spirit to revive, could be the answer to all our problems, just as the story suggests, amen.

A tribute to a long passed friend, who was there for many, but fell foul of the demons, be blessed, amen.

The Quite Woman

How strange she thought, the men had finished their meal so fast, she wondered if she had given them enough. She watches from the door, she does not want to be seen. When it’s time, she will enter or send in a young girl, there is procedure to follow, and procedure can’t be interfered with.

Rules, the Bishop plays by the rules, it has to be done in order. Solomon sighed, if they were abandoning ship, order might be key, but with the numbers in the pews sinking, the rules didn’t apply, a new approach was required. Solomon wisely said, well, you have to give them reasonable access God.

The women come together, they meet regularly, they are not legally sanctioned, they are allowed, to meet on the topic of regeneration. Their own parents had a strong faith, and the results of that faith, all these women gathered in the room, prompted them to try and help re form the church.

The Mullah was reading the old book; there was a lot of change taking place in the Spiritual world, the rights of women and others were moving to a new meaning, being devout the  mullah wanted words of comfort from the old books before he’d accept the new alterations.

Solomon was reading of the works of Jesus, how he dealt with those around him, and how he managed people, who he dined with, what food he ate, his attitude towards women, what he,

Jesus might make of modern day rules in this world of ours. There was a lot of stuff there, but overall, compassion, and kindness, was everywhere in him.

Old Time

The do’s and the don’ts, the rule book was pretty well defined, the rural and the country, those street savvy, those country wise, how the townies looked down on the country cousin, so unsophisticated, behind in the trends, from the backwater dear, what do you expect, they haven’t seen a barber in years, and they come to shop twice a year. The movement of people, the slide to the city, adoption of city life, neighbors, you get to know them, you form your community, usually same culture, ethnic or otherwise, a few bad experiences you hear about, the move to the ghetto, the commencement of a life, that builds barriers around you, well, she doesn’t look like us, he has strange ways, but at least there is safety in numbers.

Solomon was looking back, finding as point in time, what it was like to be a child, the expectations and the guidelines, the do’s and the don’t’s, had all that much changed. The gap of poverty was huge, insurmountable almost, women calling to the door, alms given, see you next week missus, the fear of crime, what you might read in a newspaper. TV time, never allowed to watch anything after 11, adult time, no exceptions, you don’t want to be bamboozling the heads, they will learn soon enough for themselves. Anyone encouraging a lapse into easy living, looked at, every negative influence looked down on.

That old pace of life, a pace so many long for now in this busy time. It wasn’t impossible, just a little planning. As for influences in our lives though, were we loosing that neighbor hood bit, as the new neighborhood was a long way from the street or road you lived on. Whatever the changes, God is the same all the time.

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