Seeking Perfection

She has shoes with holes, it’s raining, the toes squelch, she can hear the noise, she walks even slower, she is embarrassed, doesn’t want her friends to know. A dry table, a place to sit, a cup of tea or coffee, a few minutes to sip,

to rest, to feel normal, is like seeking perfection. Her home is now a dorm, her needs are met, you could call her lucky, her doctor tells her she is all right. A little mental instability, it spiraled, she lost control in a rage, picked up a bottle, lost her home, an apartment, when they sent her to jail. Lucky girl, it was one of those modern facilities; a case of a little business, when the Government farmed out the prison service, how you farm out care, is one of those mysteries, in a world seeking perfection. $$$$

Solomon read the old story tellers lament; the lack of literacy, and the inherent problems that it causes, and how its’ revealed in the prison population. No one cares said the old sage, it’s been like this for ages and gets worse as time lengthens. So many worry about the perfect smile, are the teeth straight, how can I get my lips to pout, do you think it would be better with highlights, the hair, do I really need a second face lift; choices.

It’s how you spend your time; seeking perfection, its’ the eye of the worrier, amen.

Jesus and Grief

Grief, what grief, don’t you listen, eternal life means eternal life. His followers are shocked, what sort of man can say this, how they looked at each other, has he lost his marbles. Solomon was listening to a friend who was going through the proverbial zone of misery, it was all going pear shaped, and there was no end in sight. It reminded him of the words of Ezra, and the journey of the soul, when it passes from this life. Death is not the end, as for those who worry about funerals, his remarks to those who wanted to follow him were just as curt; Burying the dead, watch the vultures gather. Solomon wondered too, hard words. Thinking about it, he tried to recall all the funerals he attended, the cries and tears of those who grieved with the deceased’s next of kin, then the laughter and the chat soon after. Within a day or two, the body in the ground was all but forgotten, apart from those near to the deceased, who grieved over their loss, amen.

Put your faith in the life eternal, treat those along the way with respect, be kind to those in need, have patience when it’s least expected of you, and you will have a happy death, amen.

Fracking Fools

Oil guy big smile,

finance guy big sigh,

Put the rig over there,

Hard to hear clearly,

Chopper very noisy,

Million barrels a day,

Amazing the technology,

Pump in the chemicals,

Whoof the oil gas flew,

Water becomes polluted,

Nature reserve destroyed,

Land becomes useless,

A sore in everyone’s eye,

Mr President what’s up,

Energy independence he quips,

Fathers mind your children,

That was just an election boost,

Protester gets twenty years,

For upsetting the president,

Mother Nature howls,

A big freeze you want,

She looks to the sky,

God gives the directions,

Wind blows cold air,

Country freezes everywhere,

They wont frack around much now,

Mother nature is consoled,

For the time being anyhow,

Poisoning the water everywhere,

First the arctic now the rivers,

Can’t believe such stupidity,

Meanwhile chopper stops,

Rotors seize up,

Oil guy finance guy go down,

Pilot miraculously survives,

Two more incoming.

Gates of hell opened,

In the two guys fly,

The end.

Tyrants Anonymous meets..

The organizer, a three year old child, a little boy with a big heart. He heard a voice. Get them together, and tell them what you heard. The boy told his pals, we got God on our side, lets organize a meeting. So the first meeting of T.A was organized. Being organized by children, it attracted a most unusual crowd, what was the interest. They stretched around the corner, and ran for miles, the bullies.

The children look at each other, how are we going to deal with this lot. A tramp appears out of nowhere, I know where they are heading, a reversal of fortune, he says. The first will be last, the last will be first. That’s what Jesus said!.

Who are you the little kids said. I’m the overseer he replied. The children nod, That’s God or one of his close friends. You never know who you meet these days. Do Tyrants eat popcorn asked a voice, a young girl with entreprenerial skills. Well, we might as all well feed them, give them treats, before they have to visit that other place.

Priorities

A warehouse full of unused munitions, no war on the Horizon, what are we going to do with all this stuff. The General looks at the huge collection of weapons, what do they cost, commissions, he had a few contacts, today he is not so sure. There are signs of Heavenly interventions; attempts to build division between nations, have all collapsed, he wonders what will be the cost; he calls himself a believer, many of his friends too.

The board meeting is about the unused resources, the stock is piling up. Any suggestions says the newest member of the board; a war would be useful states a voice, there is a chuckle in the room, a side comment is heard, not that again says the CEO, you didn’t complain when we deposited $20 million in your off shore account. Me says the voice.

If Country A falls out with Country B, then C will get involved, meanwhile we can get that movement going, which will increase tensions, and with that other nut job, it’s only a matter of time, before it all blows up, problem solved. Great Strategy Chief, all the heads nod. So we need to start a war to get the show moving; Is all in agreement then. They all nod again. Who do we have in foreign policy asks another. Another voice sounds; This is like a Grisham thriller, the CEO laughs, you think this is Grisham, dam peace maker.

Solomon wondered, didn’t they all know, that all the background thinking was food for the Spirit. So they met in secret places, so they tried to bribe all, so they owned governments, they were all on the radar, amen, at a time when the Heavenly Spirit was trawling the world. Solomon wanted to send them the Spirit, a story would do instead, you have to have priorities.

 

Passing on the Spirit

How can you heal inside, those resentments you told so tight inside you, they are like rocks you cling to when in doubt, well that’s something true you think. Anger, to have a good reason for it, gives you the green light to feel like you do. So you get over the anger, eventually, that rock is no longer there to cling to, there has to be something else, you start looking inside yourself, your life instead of the faults others parade before you. We spend our life seeking relief from the world, planning our next break, looking into the future, aiming at some date into the future.

She listens to the old man, he has a weather beaten face, is out in the weather a lot, but his words have a resonance. You had the freedom of the world once, there was no where you couldn’t go, and you went everywhere, then the impossible happened, you became ill, the juggernaut stopped, leaving you in the middle of nowhere, how will you cope. Clinging to anger only drains you, makes you only more resentful, especially when you are feeling the emotions.

Can’t move too freely once, you are listening now, the fast paced life no longer practical. You begin to notice the life around you. How can this man your talking with be happy you think, there are none of the signs you associate with success. Still, you are listening.

We are all Spirit he says. You look at the shine in his eyes, there is something in there. The last time you saw that expression, you were looking into the eyes of a loved one. Just passing on the Spirit he says. You thought you stopped for a coffee, but what you got, was a lesson, on how we pass on y

our Spirit, well, this old man sure did remind you of other times.

Living in Fear

She never forgot, the feeling of life leaving her, his bulging eyes, his hands around her neck, the joy in his expression, pure evil, I am about to die, so she thought all those years ago. Her mobile phone distracted him, and in a second, she managed to stab him with a screw driver, he got ten years for attempted man slaughter, she survived.

All these years later, his time is up, she is afraid, he swore to murder her and her children, she had no reason to doubt him, she nearly died once already. Living in the fear, wondering, why is he looking at me, is he one of his friends. He said their network stretched all over the world, she is rightly afraid. Solomon sighed; there are those living in such ways, always watchful, worried, fearful. No one trusts government, and who can’t be bought, even the church uses paid spies.

The book of revelations, the message to the world, get your house in order, the book of Esdras, Daniel, and other scripture, teaches us of the horrors that will accompany judgement. liberation for those of God, permanent hell for those on the other side. Living in fear everyday, without respite, and since Jesus performed many miracles, there is no doubt in his words, they are all life giving.

As Spoken all those years ago, don’t fear those who can kill the body, they can’t kill your soul, only God can achieve that. The words were spoken, to focus us on strengthening the Spirit, amen. And put a smile on your face, God is real, not imaginary, and there is no stronger force in existence.