A Strand of Hair

It’s odd, on their own, a strand is easily broken, together they are strong, a good example a rope, friends are strands, in some ways, if you understand. She was talking to her aunt, they were having the face to face, it’s easier take advice from those outside the inner ring of family, they don’t know all your faults and practices, less biased. Maybe it’s why it’s easy to unload on strangers what you won’t reveal to friends, it won’t be a barricade afterwards.

Solomon imagined every prayer, a strand of hair, tie them together, you have a strong voice, something you can hang onto, even if the world sounds crazy. In this world, there was so much going on, not according to the thinking of some, sudden changes, unstable leaders, stupid decisions, babbling leaders, so much that has been hidden, is made visible again, in such times, many reach for ropes, help lines, attach themselves to cults, same way they rush to the supermarket when a storm is forecast. And even if the storm is meant to last a day maybe two, they get in enough stuff as if it’s Christmas, then the storm ends, the stuff is there, and they say to themselves, what were we doing.

Solomon listened to the words of old, a prophet wrote, the angel answered, don’t panic, you are not alone, endure and you will be all right. Imagine all those hearts, strands in that rope that never fails. On account of encountering the Divine Spirit, Solomon was obliged to pass the news on, you are never alone, and it’s only when you fear, when you are alone, amen.

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The Friday Rush…

Quick, have to get out, clear the desk, what, you want me to run late, Friday, the office, the weekend ahead, there is work to do, a parent or a singleton, there is only so much time for you to achieve all the stuff that needs doing ,come on, you don’t seriously expect me to work on this, he studies the paper folder, it’s for the boss she says, he knows what that means, initiates in the club, the rise in the ranks, depending on the others, he buries his head in his desk, the weekend can wait.

Maybe, damn, why did I choose this career, he is reading and correcting the text, checks his watch every five minutes, wonders, how late will be, has rang ahead, but still, she is not sure, he wants to get there before anyone else, what If she meets someone else, he presses the buttons, turns the page, six more left, he breathes deep, if wasn’t the reason he wanted to be a professional, a lawyer, he assumed the opposite, free time.

The evening is gone, he has cancelled his life for the evening, Saturday will do, the dream will have to wait, he can blame the Friday rush. She is on the train to home, a two hour commute, it doesn’t bother her, gives her a chance to catch up on me time, she scrolls the phone, those she hasn’t had contact with in awhile, she’ll give them a hello, its important to remain in touch. Saturday belongs to the children.

Rush here, busy, too tired, jaded, had enough, the pills don’t work, damn, the days, your getting older, the night isn’t over, what am I doing it all for, it’s not doing my health any good, and the only friends I meet are online; she feels like a processed fish, amen.

Solomon sighed, Friday, the world slows, friends get to know each other, the memories that hold you together, at least your not alone. It was simple if you believed and no rush. The rain stopped, the calm came, the prayers are answered, there are smiles on faces, there is the sense of divine intervention, what’s all the Friday rush for, relax…he was digging into his eggs Benedict afternoon treat, with the best Hollandaise sauce he ever tasted, the world does not exist outside when your engrossed in such flavors.

Big Eyes…

Turned down, abused, miss treated, as soon as she wakes, she forgives it all, don’t carry the baggage dear, the night before, she was a dancer, taking off her clothes, writhing for men, a snake charmer, shuffling her body like a deck of cards, going table to table, there is a time limit, she needs to get paid, she is going through college, she wants to be an aid worker, healing is her role.

Next morning, She dabs the lips, she will spend an hour at the shelter, go from room to room, drop a few bills here and there, just chat for a few minutes, the higher power is helping her, one day her face will grace all the magazines of the world, she is a star in the making.

From cold places, from experiences that few can handle, can you imagine getting your clothes off to entertain men, probably not, to earn a living, that is different, the inner feeling and the face you attach, this too will pass you tell yourself, someone good will eventually come along, he begins to froth she sighs and wiggles some more…

In the expression she can spot the menu, it’s on the drink splattered table, the risque list, the do’s and the don’t’s, being able to read it, is the greatest expectation of some. Smile big eyes, your day has come!., the Spirit tells her it’s all going to work out…

Solomon sighed, the games they played, the hints they drop, was it really worth it, there were many waking to a better day, the Spirit from above was over powering evil, and turning those of evil intent into babbling fools, of course it’s worth it, the world has never seen so many changes in so short a time, it was all good, amen.

Will someone do the laundry!, everything is dirty…

Lessons in life, mother teaches her son, he is on his way to college, don’t forget to have clean clothes, she reminds him and reminds him, child is on overnight, mother’s first concern, cleanliness, doesn’t want to hear anything bad, you have to do the laundry, well, why does every mother and others, spend a little of their day, cleaning up. Too simple, so were the parables of Jesus, stories and lessons in one, a good movie, same as those Clint movies, dirty harry etc….

Eastwood that is, lessons in life, and if they are entertaining, all the better, they will get our attention and are more likely to stay in our heads, longer than mere facts.

Solomon was commenting on the wisdom of Jesus, and how simple he made things. He had a Spirit inside him that cut to the heart, his words literally pierced your insides. In the world of judgement’s, the analysis of a life, the juries getting heat, the newspapers are getting print, the spin experts getting heard, the machine of news runs and runs, they never run out of ink, till the eyes start to look elsewhere. In the meantime, they dig up corpses to grab your attention, tossing the worst dressed excess at you, hoping to appeal to your inner sensitivity, well, to say you didn’t listen, is almost as bad as what was wrote, guilt rises, you have to have an opinion.

Surprisingly, if they don’t have a near by victim to pin the accusations on, they don’t bother to write about the issue at all. Well, say it as it should, and one day you will get to the truth, the real truth, not the abridged version.

Jesus stands in the square, the crowd gathers, blood is going to be spilled, the woman is tied to a post, bunches of rocks are gathered, ancient Jewish text says this is the applied punishment for adultery. The men in long beards are ready, the Pharisee is about to read a prayer before they rain down rocks on her, their Judgement in, mothers bring their daughters, just to warn them, this is the result of breaking the law, watch it girls. The woman who is judged, head down, waits for the first blow, then she feels a soft hand on her head, she looks up, meets a pair of compassionate eyes, eyes that don’t judge, they understand. He turns to the crowd, waiting for the game to start, his eyes scan the crowd, going face to face, inside they feel the power of the gaze, as the stuff they have been hiding comes to the surface. The conceited pharisee, who is about to give voice to the lords decree, as per the scriptures, feels angst inside, as his own guilt surfaces. Then Jesus asked,

“who here isn’t got dirty laundry somewhere, well, get on with it!”

Solomon imagined the great drama, Jesus on his knees, his finger writing in the sand, then wiping the words away, as if he had come to bring light to the words of God, by wiping the teaching of men from the minds of all. Well….

Today

 

Memories can be great friends, they can linger in your heart, when your having a tough day, you just go into the zone, recall the smile, the laughter, the funny things that made you laugh, and the tenderness it awoke in you, what you learned, the quirky stuff, that takes you out of the moment, the movie you watched that you still remember, good stuff, it’s amazing how in all that you do, the good stuff rises to the top, I guess, that’s why the memory can recall it, as if it was yesterday, the joy you encountered, while you shared the moment.

Good memories, remind you of the words of Jesus, they just never leave you. Amen.  They remind you of the power of love, and what is real and what isn’t. Those that clung to you when they had something to gain, you never see them when your in need. The difference between the good and mediocre, fairly obvious.

Freedom

You want to escape the trap, well here is the answer, the worries that hold you down, the Spirit that lifts you up, pause before you click, think, what are you going to achieve in the next five minutes, if you don’t listen, how can you possibly learn. Many complain, there is oppression, there is this wrong, the head full of excuses, to justify their position, which they are willing to hold tight, while ignoring the truth of their existence, you have to listen, there is no other way, listen.

I have the answer already, the words spurt from your mouth before the person has stopped talking, and you say you listen, your just a pretender, real freedom is the ability to listen

. Alzhiemers’, diseases of the mind, the breakdown of the mind, when a part of the brain closes off, and you can no longer listen, as you forget as soon as you do.

Solomon met some old friends, in their nineties, mentally perfect, not a blemish in the mind, and what they had in common, they were both listeners. Freedom comes from learning, and being a learner everyday, not closed minded as many are. We live in a world where diseases of the mind are rampant, isn’t it time to listen.

For a long time, we have ignored the crisis’s that have surrounded us, only reacting when it becomes a pandemic, what sort of listening is that. On the subject, listening, Jesus told the apostles, that the Kingdom of God was within you, yes, in you, you just have to apply the teachings, it’s that simple, amen, are you listening, welcome to freedom, amen.

Seventeen years Later.. 9/11

Millions dead later, so many lives destroyed, war when there could have been peace, chaos in many places, and lots of reasons to forgive, and seek it, children online, guidance an issue, all parties, devotees of Jesus, he is mentioned regularly in the Qu’ran too, and forgiveness was his message, don’t return violence for violence, don’t fear what can kill the body, only that which can kill the Spirit, have we learned. A time to reflect, time to put aside national pride, what does it matter when your gone.

Solomon was reflecting, he had many words he could use, but he wanted to keep it short, it would be easy get emotional, it would be easy to rise the anger of many, it is so easy to increase the hurt, why would you, there are plenty already doing that. A new era in terms of world change, many reasons to believe, this life is not the end, and bringing anger with you, was going to solve nothing. Love, the answer to every prayer, amen. Fifty million dead, after the second great war, so many killed there, one day if this keeps up, there would be nothing to count at all, and no one to count either.