Human Nature

We can alter your genetic code, we can change the way you think, we can do all sorts of stuff, it’s just a case of being a spy. Clever people, the days when the water was clean, wasn’t good enough, the speed with which we communicate, wasn’t fast enough, the progress that we need, the days that could not pass soon enough, the reach for the top of the pole, human nature, have they learned anything at all.

Solomon read the story of our Genes, the history of DNA, the view some took, usually, a very rich elite, who assumed they could breed our problems out of existence, and gave so many tyrants an excuse. 2020, the rate of addictions accumulate, the reality of this, anyone’s guess, where our habits are leading us, did they ever listen to the ancient words, or the wisdom of Jesus.

Solomon sighed, if only we could slow down, stop for a week, even pretend it’s Christmas, or any other festival, how could it harm us, to slow down, before our thoughts of the next stage of progress finally drown us. Reading the old scriptures, Solomon listened to the warnings of the prophets; this world belongs to God, we better get used to it, amen.

Protected Girl

It’s dangerous outside, there are those you have to fear, we are going to keep you close to us, so will have nothing to fear. But I want to become a mountain climber she says; No NO, her parents say, listen to your father. Another dream dies, she is afraid or made afraid, no matter what direction she looks. At the end of her days, she is like her Parents, afraid of everything, the protected girl.

Solomon sighed; there were those who were worldly wise, but not wise in the real meaning of the world; their children were reared in a world which was not the world at all, more a cage. Everything was laid on, the help, special teachers, even friends like herself; they never came into contact with real people. How can you empathize, when your heart is in a splint all the time.

Dictatorships are easy to achieve.

Solomon sighed, a friend, who was learning the road, who started in the slow lane, had her confidence stolen from her. He recalled the laughter, and the fun, he recalled the times he had the parties when everyone was gone, and the life that came into the old house, and how the Spirit is revived, amen. Lucky person, don’t give up, life is today, and it’s full of surprises waiting for you, amen.

Generations

The pot in the yard, the food is mostly vegetable, no one is worrying about the shops, they are miles away, no phone, no mail, primitive living. Years later, mobile phones in hand, not enough vegetables, and too many shops, everyone focused on the word bargain, modern living. Solomon was looking back on the steps we took, the inventions, the speed of life, how things hurry up, the elderly sent to homes, focus on the future, our greatest worry, the loss of our mobile.

The current generation, from 2,000 on, distant from many of the habits many grew up in. International travel, expansion of services, combined thinking, networking, trying to get a handle on opportunity, trying to overcome the opposition, funding is vital, no one does it for free. The Mayan calender’s warnings, the world will change after the year 2,000, some thought it would come to an end. In someways it has already, the turning point, the emotional gap between generations, how empathy for the past is over shadowed, by the fast thinking millennials, who under the barrage of the social network, have no time to dwell on how things as they were.

Solomon was reflecting; what would the current millennials think of older generations.

Mothers… the currency is Love

Their Currency is Love

She loses her balance every time he comes in, he changes her rhythm, same way a child grabs the attention, she is made to honor love, has no choice in the matter. Years before she lost the plot, it was Christmas, there was a global disaster, something she can relate to. Love deserted her, leaving her rudderless for a year or two. She will never make the same mistake again, will never trust a man. Bad enough having to fool demons, it would ware you out most days, having to worry about the gasoline going into your heart, that she can control, but everyday, she droops, until he appears, what is happening.

The boss was furious, have you lost the plot. Only true Spirit can revive her, amen.

Across the world there was a sense of injustice, much of it if not all, powered by poverty and the feelings it evokes. Hows long can you prod an arm before a bruise appears. For many years, for centuries in some minds, there was a great imbalance between the roles of men and women in societies everywhere, some of it justified. Solomon wondered why the arguments continued on the same vein, equality. Men could not bare children alone, and women needed men to bare children, it was a relationship of communication. The rapid growth of technology had overtaken wisdom and wise thoughts. The impulse today is instant gratification, and everyone knew that couldn’t last. The currency of Love was badly needed, 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.

Finding Your Way

You don’t quite fit in, you have opinions you want to share, you feel judged before you open your mouth, all you want is to live your life, but all you find is interference, you read the ancient books, you hear the blurb from the church, we love you no matter what, you find out, this could not be further from the truth, they love you when you do what your told, after awhile you learn to adjust, life is easier, you begin to get what you want, but inside there is something missing, you begin to try stuff on the edge, you find ideas are welcome there, on the edge they want change.

Then Jesus came along, times of old, word gets out, there is a man, he Speaks different, is not afraid of anyone human, can read what we are thinking, and there is rumor he has come to start a new Kingdom. He does not obey the rules of the Pharisee’s, he gives out to them even, something no one does. He has come to lead God’s

people to the way, without all the sales blurb many put on the shoulders of others, and he can heal too, and achieve other great wonders.

Young soul, seeking the way, lost in themselves, unable to trust in their own, has seen too much, worse still, is a young woman, she is tired of being itemized and sized up, not that she does not enjoy company, she just does not want to be sold. She hears the words, words that put her heart at rest, there is a way, all it requires is a little effort and seeking.

Can I Ever forget….

Ten thousand feet, the bomb drops, the cheer goes up, the plane turns away, did you see that, Solomon was reflecting, how difficult it is to forgive oneself, the crew learn hours later, they see the carnage on the TV, we did this, the memory becomes embedded, a twist in the heart, call it what you like, but inside there is a need to forgive this, and you think, we were misled.

Solomon was reading a story of ideology mixed with wisdom, based on a small world, that was part of something cruel, the days of the second great war, and how so many were sucked up into the vortex: the days of redemption had arrived, how many got involved, in what turned out to be something very sinister indeed. From a distance, it seemed to be the actions of a few bad men who caused the attempted genocide of the Jewish People. In context, the seeds for change had been sown into the heads by many, from all across the world, Germany being the staging point for this social catastrophe.

Reading the words of scripture, how people are misled, where false Leaders emerge in time of crisis to form solutions, that part answers

the problems we want addressed, it’s too easy almost. Jesus of course warns us; The Kingdom of God is inside you, you just have to create that space, and when it comes to space, it’s the resentments that cause all that inner space to used up, while it’s forgiveness that cleans it out.