The eyes glow, there is movement inside, there is wonder, there is hope, there is light. The power of words in the heart, the nuggets we hang to, same as the story of Christmas, the signs, the wonder in the young eyes, there is a sense of meaning, something new, the evenings maybe dark but there is light ahead. Two thousand years ago, men in long robes, riding the desert horse, they follow the star, they know something great is about to happen. What did they see, what was it that took them on such a journey, why did they follow the light in the Sky, how could they have known.
2,000 years later, the same wonder in dressed in silly rules and regulations, that more often than not, throttle the hearts of so many, on account of the disastrous wars fought, over “Love”.
Solomon sighed, the evening was a vision of light, he saw the wonder of talent nurtured, the fearlessness of the shy spirit, the hope that gives us all, only God can explain. Solomon hoped, that those who were in the role of Spiritual guides, would learn the lessons of old, and stop putting unnecessary burdens on their flocks. Compassion, gentleness, kindness, for these are the type of sacrifices that I want, not the sacrifice of old, amen.