These times, so many violent changes, so sudden, they can’t be forecast. Deluge, villages disappear, politicians acting foolishly, rubbish emerging from their mouths, children with access to all the porn you could imagine,all of them with phones, millions daily, the environment itself, beyond help, it’s now a slowing policy, nothing more, men more confused than ever, they just need sex it seems, young people unable to decide on their sexuality, a mad president acting like a mafia don, clean water, almost extinct, and when God sends the help and the warnings, what is the reaction, the price, just as Oscar Wilde said all those years ago. The cloud with this blog, is real, arrived just over eight years ago, and came with the promise of the Holy Spirit too. It brings the words of Isaiah into play again. The prophet Jesus referred to again and again,and still is, amen.
In trusted hands, the care of the flocks. Content as to their intentions, the vineyard owner leaves, a holiday and a rest is needed. The lease, proper use of the talents given, which will yield a harvest, the conditions are not hard, when the time comes, produce the harvest. In the harvest, there is the yield from the vineyard, which are deeds that lead to a Spiritual return, that will in time, lead to further yields, as others join in the harvest. The vineyard owner sends his servants, to collect the harvest.
Jesus told the parable, to remind us all, that a time will come, when we have to make a return. The words of the ancient prophets, tell us of the times, when we will be close to honoring that contract. Signs and great events point to days such as these.
Have we been good shepherds in this life. What marks have we left behind us,of our good deeds. Why is it important now.
Solomon was recalling the life of a great servant of the Most High God. Many blessings are connected to this fine soul. Of the Spirit from on high, not of this earth, this Spirit had a great yield while walking the earth. After his passing, when the Spirit of this person went home, the story of the life lived, was read. There was a fine yield.
Those who came along from the same family, added further to the yield. A continuous return. What will the vineyard owner make of your contribution to the harvest, amen.
The miracle of your birth, so soon forgotten. You become part of the laundry, something that has to be dealt with. I saw you take your first steps, the look in your eyes, the wonder you felt. It was a gift you gave me. To be able to watch your personality come to life. The habits you gathered, the little twists of the head, am I doing this right. So many times, i wondered, will this world ever wake up, and think, to imagine those eyes, being polluted, that early wonder ignored, while those that take advantage of the vulnerable, have their way. Many times I had to be silent, I had to be a witness, for a witness for God I am, amen.
Solomon sighed; how beauty is so easily tarnished while those in positions of responsibility think only of their reputations. Little friends, take heart, The God that made everything good is watching so closely, amen.
Desperate for her child’s safety, is there any place safe anymore, is there?. She looks up at the Sky, and says, did I raise her for this. She is just one of many millions. She despairs, while others boast about their wealth,teasing anyone within hearing distance. The mothers sigh, what am I supposed to believe. Leaders everywhere, stash as much as they can off shore, shoring up for their futures, sad fools, had they not seen the signs everywhere. Not surprisingly, those that report the news,never mention the prophecies of old,afraid they will upset the viewers. How much more can they take, they only see their lands on fire, while the planet heats up. What Mother wouldn’t feel despairing.
Millions willingly sacrifice, so many you can’t count, no accountants for this, kindness is not part of their job description. But there was a time when there was working hearts, but now they are few. An elderly holy man sighs; will there be any faith left when the return happens,and right it is, that he should wonder. He shares the mother’s despair.
Light, the Spirit of God, the names of the prophets, on some lips, hurry up Lord they pray, we can’t take anymore. The Lord through his Holy Prophets, has warned, times such as these must happen,while the weeds are separated from the harvest, amen, do not despair mothers.
Those who live the libertarian lifestyle, avarice, selfishness, and all that is base, have a hold in positions of power, but have no power, when faced with the power of God,and this is there time,to be judged. One word, can turn them into baffling fools. So Mothers, do not despair.
Inside you, there is a sacred space. It holds all there is. A visitor is after arriving and seeks a place inside, is there room to accommodate, this visitor brings the promise of eternal life. What, you mean I have to have space inside. The thought process starts to jump, I haven;t lived in the heart for awhile, it’s a very delicate space. I prefer to reside in the head, that I can deal with. Well, can you bring more into the space then; what you ask. Well, are you able to love fully, are you able to clear the head for a start. God can’t live in a place infected with malice,hatred, fear, bias,selfishness, and there is more. You got it, there is a big big clean up needed. Ever wonder why the world closed down for 16 months, amen.
Films and stories over time, ask the same question, have we room. Have we time. From the story of the birth of Jesus, the room at the Inn, the non welcome given to the savior. Heart seems to be at the heart of it all, does anyone have a full version of the original, or a close fit, anyone?.
Jesus taught the power of the Spirit, and repeated and repeated, no idols. Credit the Father in Heaven and no one else, amen. And who travels across the desert to visit the new King. yes, the wise men of the desert, who were guided by the star, amen.
The shopping experience, miles away, the comments, the heart felt prayers, as forgotten as Monday is come Tuesday. Apathy hadn’t a close relation. Vanity takes over the world. My vain opinions of myself, the effort to impress, mind blowing. A Chief of the Church, clueless, the ability to communicate, absent. This does not augur well for the future of the Spirit or those he represents. It’s simple to explain; the addicted nature. The day your born, you gather the experience the way a squirrel hoards nuts, religiously.
Addicted, how can your appearance be so important, well, more than important,all there is. If a minutia of that same effort was put into Godly affairs, to think before you shop,can’t do, have to shop. Addicts. We don’t do that drug, we have been institutionalized instead. Emotionally addicted, to those you work with. The cursing, the talk, their habits become yours. Break the chain, seems impossible, they are the people I work with. Concentration camp inmates have more freedom; at least they think for themselves.
She won’t allow herself forget; she hangs onto hurt the way others hold a baby, she refuses to let go. It’s easier to deal with oneself when you have a grief; what, if I forget it, what will I do then. The meth addict loves the high too. The mention of the drug, or the hurt, the brain opens, the voice is clear. Well, if we say nothing, we have to deal with it, addiction.
Jesus enters the courtyard; what he see’s is horror. The Holy Place is a business stall. Outraged, do they know the Father at all. Outside, a man of the church organisation, sighs, when he is gone, it’s back to business, as he tries to assuage the traders. He doesn’t want to lose the commission.
2,000 years later, mercy is sought, the signs from old, point to the eternal truth. Meanwhile, storms and sudden changes have many on edge; those remote places,no one feels safe. If only they turned to God,as the prophet Isaiah wrote, and whose he, Isaiah. Just the one Jesus referred to regularly, amen. What is eternity you ask?.
The darkness has tried to take over the world, for many it has already happened. They have given up on their faith, have doubts where there was once certainty. What is the lesson here, how can you avoid falling into the pit. Judging others cuts off many sources of wisdom. There are many who have misjudged others, there are stories that tell us this, same as films, that remind us of those who outwardly appear to help, but who intentionally undermine. A lesson in the light and dark that the world provides.
For those seeking succor, recall the words of Jesus. When the Holy Spirit is undermined, the almighty God of Abraham and the prophets, understands, the damage that is being done. If surrounded by mobs that try to pull you there way, relax, once the Spirit is with you,they have absolutely no power, amen. To be precise;making room for that Holy Spirit, is the best advice you are likely to receive, amen.
We, what does that mean, the connotation, the voices that hide, does that include us, are we different, well, lifting, in the Spiritual sense, there are ancient words on this too, meaning, from the heart of God say, the thoughts of the prophets, lifting, is all they ever did. Lifting, getting within reach, or how things have changed, it needs to be said, priority was given to those deemed weakest, women children first, lifting. A man has needs, too much testosterone, the gung ho attitude, emphasis, being a man, well, consider the state of the planet, it was the mothers who did most of the lifting. Perhaps the prophet got it right,the chances of women, way more enhanced, than that of men, if you believe in fairness, amen.
Do you use another as a slave in your household, do you treat those around you, like servants, their spirits need lifting too, amen.
It was the great hope, that mankind would absolve itself, and lift the Spirit, by common gesture, they would unite for good, and present a version of the world, that gave honor to the eternal love above. Have we succeeded in our lifting, have we put barriers in the way. Jesus of course, has words on this too, the return, it has been written long ago, and now that we have such uncertainty all around us, perhaps we might think of lifting the Spirit, amen.
Big fight, same as the one we all have in life,retaining our souls. The challenger, takes on the champion. Cameras, TV slot, glitz, usually a casino, the big weigh in. Over a certain point, no game, no fight. Pay per view and the participants, ratchet up the tension, there is going to be a fight, and you don’t want to miss it, hey, did you hear what he said, the young boys talk it up, the violence.
The great weigh in, could be compared to the plight of the soul at the end of the journey. The soul has a weight, so does the conscience. Famous Golfer, plays great,hits a spot, the experts say, he has a weight on his mind. How do we ease the load, reduce the weight of your conscience. How do you ease the mind, without seeking medical help.
Jesus has words of advice. The load he gives is light, amen.
It was the end of all life as we know it. He had stood off using the new technical advances. There was so much of it; it was the worst sort of drug; once you get used to it, there is no other drug to use; human connections, work, your entire social life,trapped in the world of bits and bytes, amen.
Solomon hadn’t stayed away from technology because he was lazy, he was afraid of it, and how it invades the soul. As he said to his Friend from the Friary, it’s having a total stranger in your life,and if your alone, it becomes a friend.
Many had been assured, this is great, Solomon sighed, they should think of the God of Isaiah, who had and has always had the power, to move the elements in the sky. With one thought, the entire could be curtailed, he hoped they hadn’t forgotten. Warnings are written in the Holy Books, we should never ignore them, amen.