The Baggage of Saint Paul

What, baggage, Saint Paul, he even changed his name, why, there are wonders that are yet to be explained, what is important, is the word, baggage. Paul would have been a hate figure today, judged on the number of crisis’s across the world, based on their past performance, Paul boasted to his former colleagues, how proud he was to kill Christians, or for want of simplicity, how he, Paul, when named Saul, was only delighted to tell the pharisee’s, how devout he was, how inspired he was, to do what he was doing. God can do anything, turned Paul’s zeal into an instrument of God, man of fear, becomes man of light, his zeal didn’t change, he just got the direction right; Follow in the steps of Jesus, amen.

The world is full of people, fired by the inner fire, they get involved in so called new style religious groups, who give a presentation of God, they get involved in groups, that claim there is nothing you can do, to impress God,even though it’s written. There are those who want to claim ownership of your access to the light, there are those who construct rules, to make you feel totally unable and unworthy, with the language they use. Only God is good, as Jesus said, but even today, you have the insert of words,such as pure virgin, virginal, words associated with women and their chasteness, words few if no one understands, barriers. Men own women it seems too, all right if your a man, bad luck if your a girl, and it goes on and on. As for the mixing of the wine and blood, the water and the blood, there are lessons in there too. It’s very simple, loose the brand. Paul changed his name, Saul, he didn’t want to put fear into those he previously persecuted, amen. Baggage has many meanings. Lets not hear about violence, we need air and space, not more baggage, amen.

So what happened to Saint Paul, internally that is. The baggage that Paul had accrued before his conversion to God, through Christ Jesus, was lifted off him, God absolved him, under stood his error, so the light stayed in him. The lesson for all who want to believe, is to take the faith test, the internal jab if you want the pun. And what is that you ask, what is the key, there are those who seek, there are those who seek understanding, others just want to pass the test, they will do anything to get the certificate, they will cheat if it’s possible, it isn’t, the demon has tried and failed, amen. So the test of a believer, where do you start, does the test ever end, when do you celebrate, can you think of the options on this, proving your faith.

The celebration begins when you pass from life, not before, there are exceptions though, those taken straight up, but in a nutshell, while on this planet, space overhead too, you live the life of a believer, amen, no cheating mind you?.

My Friends

She is doing her check list. Her therapist told her, write it down. How do your friends make you feel,do they try to help or control you, she asks herself, well, do I smile in their company, do they bring out the light inside me, or do they fill me with dread. She pauses before ticking the box. What do they do to my life, she thinks of the habits they encourage in her. No hard drugs, that’s fine, and they don’t try to mislead. She pauses, if the therapy is going to work, it requires honesty. She has a poster of Che Guevara on the wall in front of her. We all need help at times, this thought she agrees with. The therapist said the very same, she smiles and immediately feels better. Listening, do they listen, she ticks the box. After an hour she is halfway through the list. She sighs; getting to know anyone, especially friends, takes time.

FRIENDS

Trouble, they come to help the preacher,he lost his calling for greed, they assume there must be something wrong with him, he doesn’t want to be with them. Tactics, the spy, another idiot, playing with eternity, even when warned. The preacher he says, “He doesn’t even have a car, as for a pension, that will be the ruin of him”, they snigger in private,wondering if their help is working, all he says, create a relationship where you are not in control, chose God, they raise their noses, money makes them conceited, he will learn soon enough.

The private jet can’t move, access to the off shore account has been suspended,and 99% of the worlds population, don’t like those who take advantage of others,them,amen

Be a friend today, remind those who annoy you, of your faith in God, amen. They will sneer, try to go shopping if they are allowed, they will Que in the grocery store,and their patience will run dry, and as before, they will try to lobby for social change that suits them, and no one else, and when they meet you on the street,they will call you friend. who are they fooling,amen

Seek wisdom and you will find real friends.

The Pope and the Ayatollah

Men, leaders of Spiritual growth,finally meet, why wouldn’t they, it’s the same Boss they have, and given so many years of discrimination, it’s about time. Jesus complained to his apostles, who complained when they saw others doing the work they did. If it draws people closer to God, that’s what you do. White blue yellow green black red, it’s only a color.

Women are missing though, and since both men hold Jesus in such an esteemed position, it’s right to remind all, that it was the women, and through stories about women, that Jesus pointed out the mountains that had to be climbed, if the Heavenly peaks are to be reached.

May they be brave in these forward looking times.

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.

Compassion

Lessons in Love, the eternal activity, and the secret of real love, not the hybrid version we have all got used to, or the way the true Spirit has been watered down to the point of near extinction, Solomon was coming up to the seventh anniversary of the arrival of the cloud, in his life. In the field, lying underneath the blazing Sun, he asked for a sign, the help as it’s called, when on the clearest of blue sky days, this cloud passes over, with image of a man, and others. It followed from other real events, that told him that the world was under the watchful eye of the God of the Holy Prophets. We all need encouragement in times of uncertainty, and Solomon was no different.

Back to Love, we must view God with the eyes of a child, it’s written. You can’t be cynical or skeptic, you have to trust, there is no half way house, why is this so, and why is it important in these most trying of times. In a nutshell, God is pure spirit, and as Jesus tells all, and how difficult he had it too, considering the ending he had to endure, God resides inside you, and what does that mean you ask, how does it apply to me, what do I need to do, what happens when that divine spirit comes and wants to find space inside you, is there anything I can do. Solomon sighed, it is called cleaning the inside of yourself, cleaning the garbage out of your life, dumping the bad habits, making space, for the Loving Spirit to live fully inside you. On account of Jesus’s way of living, he was able to host the Spirit of God inside Him

, and thus could contact easily with the Father. Lessons in Love, we become what we practice, amen.

A Singing President- Jazz it Up

As soon as possible, compassion in the seat of power, a voice that listens, not a market leader, not a finance chief,  neither a fool nor a womanizer, a refreshing voice, that has a cool rhythm, someone you could listen to, and has faith in the Heavens. As Leonard Cohen says, there is a huge thirst for a spiritual renewal, well, in a nutshell, core values, that put the vulnerable first, is not blind to the needs of others, and unites the voices, what a refreshing hope, go for it dude.

Solomon sighed, the cloud picture was nearly seven years old, it’s real, the answer to a prayer, apart from the circular cloud, and so much more. There are no doubts, without loving Spirit we are going nowhere, said and done.

World Slows Down

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 its a diagnostic tool, she’s a trainee. 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, a healthy mind, the article she is reading.

She reads the reports, everything medical is her news, her life is being donated to helping others, if lucky she will have a family along the way. The Corona Virus, she had been reading about it; a virus that doesn’t react to conventional drugs. She thinks of Marie Curie, all the other scientists, who spent their entire lives researching the future; few of them had any interest in patents. Planes have slowed, people are staying away from crowded places, some wear masks, they’ve been doing that in Hong Kong for ages; some call it the the last plague. She sighs; as a woman, she wants to be seen as a mother in the making, a precious human being; she is tired of the way they trivialized the flesh, could they not have learned to love a little more. She takes a deep breath, the operation she has in front of her is her first full heart transplant, she assisting. Calm, slow, her hands are so important.

In an office, a whiz kid press’s the buttons, moves funds from the Cayman’s to Cypress. He loves it when it”s uncertain, so many to take advantage of.

A Child is Born to the world….

I could be watching TV. Well TV is what he heard these last six weeks. A break from the rattle tattle of the office printer he was used to night and day. too warm to move, cosy and wrapped, fed continuously, room was getting tighter, Pushy was getting anxious. Due to make his first official appearance onto the world stage, he’d been holding off this last week, on account of the weather forecast. Cold and icy for the next three weeks announced the weather forecaster a week earlier, just as pushy was ready to make his big entrance. Pushy decided to remain a tummy baby, yet to be born, but like all great actors, waited for the right moment to enter the fray. She’s eating burgers again, washed down with orange juice, pushy liked orange juice, burped inside her tummy, forcing him to shake a leg.

I can feel him moving” smiled Mary. Other friends laughed loudly. Pushy wiggled around trying to get his ear into position. What are they saying, I’m not even born yet and they are making plans for me. Did they ever hear about free will.

Like sliding about, be a baby inside a tummy. Pushy was rolling around in his mother’s tummy. She was on her feet again. She’s eating again, what this time wondered pushy. Smelled okay, he wondered if it was a Chinese, hopefully not. Beef, fresh Irish beef, yummy smiled pushy who was being fed through his mother. The rich smell of Tipperary beef, probably the best beef on the planet. Well, when you have the freshest water in Europe to cook with, to grow with, the outcome is usually wholesome, and good for pushy who could only think of himself.

Do they all speak with that accent wondered pushy, the theme tune to a familiar soap opera waking him up after a short nap. They didn’t speak like mammy figured pushy trying to work out the plot line, moving himself around, trying to get his best ear to the action. The doorbell rang. Shit sighed pushy, he’d never know if they had the affair. New shit tomorrow.

any news yet” asked Jennifer, a friend of mammy’s.

if it doesn’t move soon I don’t know what I’ll do” replied mammy, back on the couch.

This is really bugging me, they are pushing me too far. I’ll surprise them.

More food, spicy shit, this is unbelievable fumed pushy trying to move around his tummy room. Makes you fart, burst even. Dirty tricks department, they are trying to move me. Wait till I get out of here, just you wait. She stopped eating, god that was close. The door closed. It was time for bed. The bump the bump, four more bumps and we’d be on the bed. He liked the way mammy massaged him while they were in bed lying down. He could swim up and down across and for as long as he wanted, unimpeded too. she’s getting fast sighed pushy, not realising that is was he who was growing fastest. I used to be able to stretch, not so much now.

Soft music put him in a trance. She played him frank Sinatra in bed. Good taste, a real smoocher, our frank Nuts, I don’t believe it, not even normal nuts, spicy nuts. She’s trying to do my head in sighed pushy kicking out in disgust. Mary smiled, patted her tummy. Who loves you she said. Pushy listened with rage, how could she eat spicy so late at night. Down there, he often wondered what was down there, never went down there, felt safer up here. He could rest up here, down there and he’d nothing to hold onto. His foot slipped all of a sudden, got caught on a ledge. Pushy held on for dear life. Twisted around, head first, if I go down there I’ll never come back, I’ll lose my comfort zone. Where’s the water gone. Mammy was on her feet. I hear her on the fone. I’m stuck, I’m stuck. Jennifer is at the door. Mammy mammy, it’s an earthquake shouts pushy, does anyone ever listen. What am I supposed to do. Stuck in the black hole, I’m dead I’m dead, ah, ah, I see light, light, god I’m alive, I’m alive, ah mammy, mammy screams pushy, tears in his eyes, tears in her eyes as well.

Lights everywhere, the place smells horrible, voices I never heard all around me, I’m not putting up with this. Pushy cleared his throat and screamed for all his worth. A minute later he was lying with mammy. She’s my mother smiled pushy…. 

Where’s The Treats…

We have to feed them, they will be expecting to get fed, otherwise they won’t come. Jesus sighs, what kind of world is this, if I was after a crowd I would have come with a singing voice, DARN, this is a lesson in eternal life not self gratification. Jesus looks up at the sky, well He says, what am I supposed to do now. His Father sighs, He’s my son, always looking for the signs.

A bread truck is on the road nearby, a lazy council worker failed to fill in a pot hole, the truck hits the rim of the tire hard against it, it bursts the Tyre. The driver gets out, shit, He has a load of fresh bread in the truck, his mobile is out of power, and he is in the middle of hill country. He decides to check out the countryside. The union does not allow drivers to do anything dangerous, such as refit a tire, it’s not in the union manual, that’s the other unions job.

The driver passes the driveway of what seems like a farm, he approaches. Knocks on the door of the shack. Jesus emerges, bunch of papers in hand. Your the Bread man says Jesus with a smile. Solomon sighed. He recalled the story of a visit to old Amo, an old friend who moved up. With God, nothing is impossible, you just have to believe, amen.