Am I Doing it Right He asks….

Am I doing it right, he didn’t need to ask, the results did the talking, the child was bursting and smiling, his head at his shoulders, turned back, eyes gleaming, giving everyone who passed, a smile and a gaze, put them in a good mood, apart from frighten them maybe. A three year old driving a car,

 

the child would never forget it, and would have them in circles, despite the challenges, the coldness of the heart, suddenly defrosted, it was impossible not to be happy. The zealots were on the rack for this , as it brought out a smile from the heavens, and an awful lot more, this he was certain of. Their fate their ignorance, so be it, amen, mind those walkers kid, am I doing it right he asks?

 

Solomon was putting the angels in the breach; few children put a smile of such proportions on the boss’s face and everyone else in the vicinity. And since then they played snakes and ladders, intentionally trying to curb his spirit

, not his, but the Holy Spirit, Solomon wondered, the demon must have been fairly desperate, to even attempt such a thing, and fooled many into believing him, it’s what demons do he supposed, amen.

 

In the name of the Holy One, and only that, could mountains be moved, if you believed? He’d seen storms turn around, saw what was deemed impossible, amen.

He’d the scars to remind, and he would be always in debt for it, rescued so often, not that it enriched him, he could have, but held out to the end, and the end was eternity, something’s are worth waiting for, not many, but when it rustles the heart as well, it is hard to disagree with it, and

 

who’d disagree when you had it, the approval from on high.

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Conversations

Questions you want to ask but never got a chance to utter, there are so many, relax, he puts a  soothing arm on her shoulder, relax, you have all time time in the world, she smiles, she heard those words before, he nods,

“you like music?”

who doesn’t he sighs. He reflects on the time, it was a while back, early eighties, the peak musical years, inspiration was everywhere.

She is not wearing the heavy clothing or covered up, her face is radiant, she hardly recognizes herself in the reflection she makes in his eyes, is that me. It was the way she used to be, always happy, always content, until the years got older and she got wiser. There are lots of questions she wants to ask; what were you doing all those years, well, someone has to responsible, so everyone thinks.

Saint Peter comes into the interview room, he is carrying a tray, two glasses of Tea, Turkish style laughs Jesus, she takes one of the glass cups, sips delicately. Served by a man, that was not the way it was on earth. She wants to burst out the words, where were you, where were you, he hears her words before they are spoken, he nods in affirmation.

“I told them years ago, didn’t I make it clear, God is in all of you, you just had to believe!” I know I know she says, but she is still confused by the words, “in you”, what

did it actually mean, Jesus nods,

“The world we have is the world that is in the hearts of many, sadly what people want does not often include anything for anyone else, many times it’s just an after thought”

She is  confused, she has all the prayers in her memory, the procedures, she ate the right food, washed according to customs, did everything as prescribed by the law. Jesus sighs,

“It got lost in translation” he sighed.

Neda had a hundred questions she needed to ask, but it was a sunny afternoon, Jesus was looking out the window, he would get to her questions later, for now, she had eternity to look forward to.

Healing Music

Is life too much, are you tired, have you had enough, can’t relax, is the world coming in on you, has the actions of the school children hit your mind, what they do to help the situation, the gun violence, how the media commentates, watches, while these young people stand up, is it not ironic, to think that it is always those who are at the cliff face, who act first.

So you want to do it better, you are looking for ways to help, you want to do your bit, your not sure, your the believer who wants to stand up, yet you don’t want to be noticed, inhibited, fearful, a first timer perhaps, well, a little ease of mind and healing will help you on the right path.

I was in a class for basic computers, I can conceive any number of services, online, but I too have to be humble, so I went back to the beginning, and listened, without bias. During a few free minutes, I came across the number, 432, it’s a part of my life, so i went to check it out, and this is what I found. Music.

I played it low during the class, it was an informal group, but the two hours passed unnoticed, and it was all calm. By the way, I am a  perpetual student as stated above, a maturing

one I hope. If you or anyone needs calm and healing, this is a good start, amen.

 

Violence

There are rules teacher, these are the rules, Jesus looked at the assembly of men, the women were at home. They’d gathered to enforce their rules; she was deemed an adulterer, her punishment, death by stoning. Their rules sighed Jesus, will they ever learn the power of forgiveness. The rabbi (Mullah, Priest, observer) puts on a solemn face, when explaining what her crime was. Jesus listens, nods his head, while scanning the crowd. The stoning is about to begin. Bundles of rocks have been gathered; the woman weeps while tied to a post, awaiting the first missile. Her crime, their shame.

The law that inflicts violence, from human to human is not of God, it is of man. Jesus steps into the arena, puts up his hand, knows all about the gathering, knows their failings, knows that the Spirit gives him the power to touch hearts. When he asks them to continue if they are clean themselves, they walk away, till all there is left is the woman. He then dismisses her, Go away woman and don’t do it again.

Violence, the threat, and those that have that power, the way that they use it. He goes to the gym, is big, flexes his muscles, lets them all know, he has power. She is the married woman, waiting. Her husband learned it from the way his own father treated his mother, assumes its normal, violence. No one opens their mouths or disagrees in this house. How many religions were like that; people afraid to speak up in case they offend the powerful ones. Solomon wondered if they understood that the violent mentality, was a habit passed on. Jesus is urging them to forgive others, was saying in affect, this is what you have to do, unless you want hatred to continue, amen.

If many of the religious minded were actual believers, and so called followers of Jesus, wasn’t it time they adapted his ways then?

Re thinking – Understanding Islam a re blog.

The reasons to be interested in the current state of Islam cannot be fully numerated. It is one of the world’s largest faith traditions. It is intersecting with other major faith traditions. We need to learn about our Muslim neighbors for all kinds of reasons. Dynamics of Muslim Worlds is a sometimes technical look at Islam around […]

via Book Review: “Dynamics of Muslim Worlds” — J.W. Wartick -“Always Have a Reason”

Yesterdays News

No one can actually remember, except those who make the news that are in the news, because they decide this is the news. A nuclear statement hardly creates a ripple, the famines in Africa, before our eyes, on account of the charities working there,

don’t exist at all, well who can blame them, the head is so loaded these days, what is really in it.

She is young and impressionable, has never had much respect, lives on the fringe, deemed unhealthy on account of the neighborhood, of course she is excited, first time she tried the stuff, and does it make her feel good, the buzz the energy the way she can forget, it’s all positive for the few hours she parties, who can blame her, it’s life.

She gets kudos, she is dealing a little, has standing with her friends, and she likes it. A step up from being a nobody, cause she has extra cash and the promise of a good time, it’s just the way it is. A real threat to society the authorities say, they plan a big coup, they are going to swat them out, maybe pick up a little credibility, a perk of the action.

In the news, the story of the bust, she will get a probation being a first timer, but the story will be read, told you so she was trouble, same way yesterdays news is trouble, cause all you do is forget it. Who wants to know!.

Solomon was reading the ancient scriptures, and they spoke of a Great Spirit, a spirit that could live in us, a Spirit that could stand up to the dark energy, and it also healed. It was yesterdays news in many, but it was only yesterdays news, an account of so many not wanting to hear it, amen.

Indecent Proposals

Was that a Robert Redford movie!, no, indecent proposal she replied, what the difference an “S” makes, as becomes ass and so on, but because you didn’t say it, you qualify for the peter griffin school of political correctness. Can you see meg receiving her medallion for correctness. It does not matter what you really think, so long as you make the right noise when in the company of others, (and that includes no noises that others might find rude).

Then along comes a Spider, no, not Morgan Freeman, he’s busy making films, telling stories, I mean a spider, and he starts telling everyone what he thinks, spits it out, says it without reverence for anyone or anything, we call him Donald. He doesn’t like that sort of person, wants everyone perfect including women, has a penchant for well endowed blonds, not the first either, says what he thinks about it all, throws the dirty underwear on the table, admits to having some; to many it sounds like freedom, to others he sounds fear,; to the honest listener, he is simply revealing what the human race thinks of itself.

Solomon was a news regular, he listened. There was much strife in certain areas, that would not be allowed in other places. The victims as usual in these cases, don’t have access to representatives to speak up for them. They are at the mercy of aid agencies, and the media. The worst cases are highlighted, the story is decidedly sad, is full of hopelessness, as if there is no remedy to it in the long run. In a world that boasts about sending rockets into space, with their payload, how come, the same energy wasn’t poured into finding solutions to fairly normal human issues. Solomon wasn’t going to stand before God Most High and pretend; amen.