I need a Miracle

Words we have all expressed at times, imagine it, the wonder of ancient times, The man with God’s Spirit, he healed them, how their hearts must have soared, deliverance had arrived, as the prophets foretold. The year is 2020, the words of the old mature, they haven’t faded away, will there be any Spirit left it was said, when the great returner re appears. The question of faith, what does it mean, how do you build a relationship with God, through love actually. Then what is love; is it a controlling influence, or a question of example. Jesus was accused by the pharisee’s of having demons in him, well, how else could he do it, and the demon even had a name in those days, it’s not made up. Then Jesus says to his friends; I will go away, but don’t worry, the helper will arrive, the Holy Spirit, and will tell all about me, and more, and guide you back to the ways of God. I need a miracle, many say, I suppose that’s the wonder in those who believe in God, there is only One.

Solomon was reading the journey of many good souls; there are lessons in good books, those that teach us life enhancing ways. In nearly all of them, like a good movie, their is strife, there is struggle, many of them are examples of the Struggle of Jesus in olden times. And what did Jesus say to his followers, don’t fret, stand firm, I have defeated the world, your freedom is at hand.

If you want God’s Spirit to reside in you, you got to clean up inside yourself, where else can the Spirit dwell, the connection, how you treat others, and those bad habits you need improving on.

Love Those We Don’t Like — Jesus is the answer!.. re blog

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“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” – Ephesians 5:1-2 The call to imitate God sounds impossible. Yet, just as a small child imperfectly mimics a parent’s actions, disciples of Jesus copy him. […]

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The Horse Trainer

He walks around the paddock, his head raised high, his eyes pointing, his head recalling, the posture of the filly, is she walking all right, he doesn’t want to alarm the animal, he appears not to notice, it has to be natural, throws a a sly look, was that a limp, maybe she has a back problem, watching, how we carry ourselves. Wake up Sean, you are doing it again, what he says, his attention back in the moment. What Dear he says. She has a snarl in her eye, I saw you looking at her. They are outside a restaurant. You never gave me that attention, the thought she keeps inside her. She is getting older, not that she is old. WE all love to be noticed, when we are in the prime of our lives. We all want to be noticed, we want to be of interest in the street.

She leaves her house, her trolley before her, she can’t carry weight on her shoulders, her blonde tresses are turning to grey, her walk is not as smart, age, tiredness, a lot of emotional stuff inside. She lights up when she catches the eye of a passer by, they used to gaze at her, when she was young, memories.

Solomon sighed, how we look at each other. There were many well dressed young women and men, strutting themselves. How would a horse trainer

size them up. He heard the words before, hips do this, legs do that, it wasn’t sexual as the moral brigade tried to impress on us, it was just our nature, we all watch, and wonder, life is a gift. Beepers, imagine what it’s like, you are a race horse, you know you have the ability, in the right hands, the potential will show, patience required. How talent flourishes in the right hands. Jesus only had to wish it sometimes and people recovered, sometimes it was touch. Look in the eyes, are you well, doesn’t every mother know that, and they all didn’t have PhD’s in psychology.

Those who fed fear into the world, he hoped they had celestial insurance, amen.

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.

2020 Vision

Less distraction more action, she was used to his ways, he  was always side tracking the issue.  It became her talk, she being a mother, didn’t have time for pride to overtake her, the needs of others overcoming her, for she was born to love, being a mother from the day she was born.

Solomon listened to the news, the cat calls at the young protesters, and the disdainful comments of those who should know otherwise, how silly of them. The Global environment was a ship in the middle of a storm, pushed side to side against each approaching wave, the good captains and queens, working earnestly to keep the ship afloat, similar to the carers everywhere, just doing it, for goodness sake,  for no other reason.

He sighs, should they not be encouraging the young to get involved in these healthy pursuits, why the resistance. Did they see, those in power seats, did they see an appeal  in the young something so many seemed to be blind to. Solomon prayed, may we have 2020 vision, and see what has to be done, may the schemes of the extremists and the deceivers implode on them alone, and those who encourage all that is wrong… The Sun burst from the clouds, the Heavens were talking, put it in writing He said. Solomon wondered what else where was to do, being wise he hoped, he decided to wait, patience was a virtue few possessed, while the world expected the opposite, instant results, amen.

Solomon sighed, who was it, the prophets names, Isaiah, yeah, he prayed for rain, golly, there is power in His words.

Ponder This..

Our voices, stolen, those in the limelight, selling their wares, offering voices, but stealing from us all the time. Solomon reflected, the great unfairness, how those with power, given Godly talents, used them to build stores for themselves, amen.

My makeup does not look good, the nails need to be done, does this sound good, what will the others think. To Solomon, the impressions  we hope to create,

in the hope that our peers will salute us, was nothing compared to the Power of God, and the divine plan. If they are suffocating from their material excess’s, they will one day have to leave it all behind, and then, it’s their soul that will matter and nothing else, so what will your legacy be, amen?

The Light Of Heaven….

To see the wonder of the light, the hearts open, Heaven smiles, the angels relax, everyone breathes a sigh of relief, the emotions rise in the Hearts, the oppressed are no longer afraid, on the contrary, those in positions of authority, know they are being held to account, they might try and control using money and fear, but they have no answer to the power of Heaven.

Solomon smiled, what was it like in those ancient times,

times, the Children of God, under oppression and fear, afraid of their rulers, those that used Fear menace and organisation to terrorize the hearts of the people, then they see the light, Our God has not deserted us, fear not.

It is the role of every life, to add to the well being of all, the words you offer, the look in your eye, not the measure of comparison, but the meaning of real compassion. Solomon often remarked to himself and to others; how those who voiced their opinions on the unfairness of the world, the great divide, the gap between those on the bottom, and those at the top, how unfair it is they protest, while building private kingdoms for themselves, who were they fooling. Solomon was reminding himself, the words Jesus spoke about the widow and the two bits she gave; she is still remembered, while those who boasted of themselves, forgotten as fast as the smoke from a cigarette in a gale force wind, non people, amen.

Friends From Heaven

So many spend their existence climbing the ladder, hoping to mix with those who have, spending their lives gathering what they will have to give away in the end, perhaps praying more as they age, hoping, while holding on to what chains them to the material, recalling their friends who have gone, wondering if they will meet after they pass, wondering who are their friends in Heaven.

Solomon paused, there was talk of change on the talking drums, was it talk, or was their going to be action. To have lived with those who lived fulfilling lives, who are recalled on account of their kindness, recalled cause they were compassionate, recalled because they were not the judging type, recalled because they leave a legacy worth remembering.

The Great truth, in times of old, the certainty of Heaven, and life mirrored that belief in many places; there is a God, you better listen and whatever you do, don’t offend him. Solomon sighed; when you know this truth for certain, and for certain he knew, it was wise to leave a legacy that others would find helpful, in their time too.

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.