Jesus, Don’t Get Angry!

Man, did you see what they did to that Guy, Man, have you any idea who his father is?. No it’s not Al Capone, it’s not Goodfellas, it’s not North Korea, but it’s real all the same. Death happens once, and then you get over it, meaning, that death itself is not the end, and is only to be feared, when you have a lot of harm on the balance sheet.

There Jesus hangs, his sorrow immense, wondering what will happen next, understands the power of the Father, and how much he loves his Children. Please forgive them, they have no idea he says what they are doing, he is pleading for those who wanted to destroy the message; He knew they couldn’t, no matter how much they tried, but he had seen storms turned around, had seen them arrive, had calmed the sea, in a nutshell, it was not passive, the power of His Father, it was action, and patience.

The emotions, they go in the wrong direction, tragedy and mayhem occurs. Do we realize the power of the Spirit within. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit; lying in Bed, he watched, it’s true, all that stuff in the scriptures, it’s true. How we interpret things, depends on our field of vision, but it does not change the landscape.

Jesus closes his eyes, lets out a final sigh, there are earthquakes, the sky darkens, and those who were there realized that instant, they have murdered a real prophet as well….

In therapy they all say the same, admit your mistakes, learn, and move on, and don’t do it again, for God’s sake!

 

Hole in the Ground…

You don’t expect me to dig that he said, His Father was pointing to the spade, hurry up. A plot had been marked out, he was being asked to dig a drain. Machinery can do that he sighed, shovel in hand, he found the spade easier to dig it, it cut through the soil easier, whatever. If he wanted to use the car, he had to dig the hole, so he saw it. Half an hour, a little progress, this is going to take an eternity, his fingers were not used to such work, they were beginning to blister, what would they be like by dinner time. He kept on checking his watch, mobile phones did not exist in those times. I could ring the landscape company ho thought, and hire one of those little machines. And his father would be off all the afternoon, he imagined the surprise on his father’s face, to see the job completed before the due time, think of the credits he’d earn.

Many years later, they gather for the anniversary celebration of his Fathers passing. He is there with his brothers and sisters, friends, they reminisces, tales are told. His wife is with him, their children too. He was always a teacher, Father, said his sister. He nods to his wife; she is after a bout of depression, she was in that state of loss for a few months, he wondered how they got through it all. Then he thought of his father, that hole in the ground, patience.

Marriage Women Men and God…

Why does a bird just get up and fly, have you ever asked why, or does the bird have to explain it, it just does it. Why do marriages in the entertainment industry tend to fail, is it the attention seeking, the focus in rather than the look out, how some are filled with a sense of their own preciousness, me, mine, is there room for such talk in a world of Love, as marriage is supposed to be that. Why do you dress like that, how often do you hear that question, you never dress up for me, then it’s out the door, then the wait, till they return.

Solomon was reflecting on the challenge that faces those that love earnestly, who do not want to become cynics, as so many of their friends are, when will you get sense, and the feelings that have to go without nourishment. The papers were full of news, the usual suspects were trying to stall the corrections necessary for the world to work for the better of all, same as an old dress hanging in the closet, it’s there but no one is going to wear it, its’ just a reminder. Solomon read about the exploits of Abraham, a man who had won God’s approval, a man of righteousness. Did God spy on Abraham in the bedroom, does God Spy on horses in the field, men do all those things. Did God count the number of wives Abraham had in those times, did he put a number on the times Abraham let his hair down, you wonder.

The twenty first century since those times, fifteen hundred years since the time of the establishment of Islam, and Abraham is considered the father of all, it’s written in ancient words, so why would men in these times, assume that men made rules could ever overcome the will of God, and have they tried. The Pope Francis was trying to bring up to date meaning to words lost in translation, same as other Spiritual leaders trying to lead their people to the light. Solomon sighed, it has to be from the Heart, and it has to be love of a Jesus scale, amen.

She is unwell, her mind can’t handle the modern world of speed, all roads leading down the same path, so called progress. Ambition overcomes her man, the love was once existed, and still does, hides under bales of pride, man made of course, while her Spirit drifts. She is no good for my career, he should have married his job instead.

The Healing Spirit

He is in the bed, there are days, and this a heavy one, his mind is trouble, apart from the pain, there are memories. Lying on the bed, all the time in the world to think, the only noise, the coughs and roars of others in the wards, the rush of feet on the corridor, old age he sighed, wishing he could get to his feet. He has a rush of thoughts, it’s as if all that is wrong, his mistakes have come to overtake him, crush him inside. Fight he says, trying to push the images away; it’s a collage of all the harm he has encountered, why did I not do more. Please God, release me from this nightmare, please, he pleads, how I wasted my life, why did I gather all those things; the previous week he was worried about the insurance cover on his classic car collection; at this moment he doesn’t care if they all suddenly rust, what does it matter when you can’t take it with you. That was before the stroke. Alone in a private room, who needs time to think when what they have to think of is only about themselves.

Solomon had lunch with a good friend, a co believer; they were exchanging Godly wisdom, the conversation was alive, there was energy, the conversation they have; the lives that had touched them in many happy ways. How the heart fills with light, when you look outside yourself, how the body has time to heal, when you don’t have to stress yourself out. Rest sighed Solomon to his friend, a very thoughtful soul, who spent most of their days, encouraging the words of eternal life, rest is essential; as he pointed out to his friend, gesturing with h

is hands to his fellow diners; no one here got here on their own, no one ever does, amen.

Christmas Party

Dress for affect, it’s not everyday the boss gets drunk, the ideas that go around the heads when booze celebration and Christmas merge, and the ideas are a long way from the memory, of Jesus. Ungainly at times, the number of affairs that start during the holiday party, the marriages that fall to the floor, the opportunity to make amends with an employee you want to thank personally, the Christmas party is one of those events.

Solomon sighed, the giving part of the season was on the radio, the call for help, the multiple organisations doing their job, canvassing for help, using the giving season to ramp up the coffers, Solomon sighed, there has to be an easier way. There is an awful lot of dread in the world at any given time, too much for most minds, but they exist, you wonder why, ask the polar bear on his last lump if ice, when will he jump and go where, well, sounds like the immigration trail.

Meanwhile at the office party, they gather, the doctor offers the usual warnings, flying hormones, hard work, the need to let the rocks flow, the normality of it all, when you close up inside., the fear of those easily passed on diseases, it’s quite a list.

There is an easier way He sighed; raise the Spirit of Well being, remind oneself of the great interventions, the rapid changes in so short a space of time, even the four seasons in one day, enough to remind yourself, there is a Heaven above. Solomon wondered why there wasn’t more of an effort to celebrate the Greatest Party of all, in the way the three wise men intended, amen.

 

 

Who Listens?

He raises his voice, the teacher, everyone listens, he is serious now. There is a quake inside, can’t afford to close the mind, the words pour out, there is not a sound in the room, there is full attention, he is the respected teacher. Tone of voice, respect, an interest in learning, a future, it’s important how the words come out.

The baby is in the chair, the mother is trying to feed baby, come now, the baby gurgles and laughs, is playing, mother is not impressed, she has the laundry to do, and there are a HUNDRED other jobs to be done, baby of course does not understand, living is playtime, everything baby see’s is amazing. Come now she says, while the spoon of mulch approaches baby mouth.

The Preacher is at the altar, making a speech, wants the attendance to really listen, he has his pride too, the numbers in the congregation are falling, what was a full house is now a dribble, but the preacher continues to work hard, he wants to do some impro, off the cuff, but he is not allowed to stray from the guidelines, words from the Bishop, who smiles, how did we get this far he says, as if casting an eye to a time, two thousand years ago, when there were large crowds following Jesus.

Who listens, the ears are clogged, the eyes have been blinded, we hear the voice instead we see an image, we hear the words, yet we judge the speaker, even when we agree. Solomon wondered about the impact we have in life, and how aware we are, of that influence. On stage, a school, a mosque, a church, online, how do we listen, how we use email, do we intend to upset. How do we listen; feedback usually helps, amen.

Greta And Her Generation

 

 

Fighting Shadows

 

It’s not drama, it’s actually real, it’s not the head, it’s the ability to disguise, the hidden evil menace, the trail of poison ivy, it’s the growth of hatred, it’s the propaganda that fills the mind, the greed that we can’t control, it’s the temptation of the demon, turning people against each other, enjoying the conflict and hurt, the psychopathic remedies of the evil mind, the stuff that makes us apathetic, the blind spot we acquire, it’s why corruption just never slows, we are told to exploit it all, the mantra of the so called successful, and How Greta Thunberg said it clearly, we heard it all before, Solomon sighed…

MOST honest soul I met in last ten years, a two year old boy, 

Solomon sighed, the emperors clothes syndrome, they all nod and agree, then a child, unaware of fear, said what everyone was thinking, he then recalled the Ancient scripture, the wisdom of men and the wisdom of God, and how mere children, would put all the intellectuals to shame; well, we are seeing it with our own eyes, amen.