Head Thrash

To spend an hour getting the crease right, get angry, getting upset, getting wound up, feelings you will have forgotten an hour later, only to get annoyed in the office, when a junior makes a mess, an opportunity to show your credentials, imposing your will over another human being, same as the tramp who becomes a millionaire after winning the lotto, who starts imposing his will over those who looked down on him, because he can, and everyone bowing and smiling at what they were repulsed by, cause they now want a share of what he has now, not that they had any notion of sharing his anxiety or distress. Is that a description, or just a throw away comment; but then again there are those who dress to impress, sort of fool us, as if their beauty will distract us and we will not be interested in anything else. Head thrash sighed Solomon. The lowest common denominator, had changed, sex and money had been replaced by the environment, times were changing.

The Gasping Fish

Johnny trout is gasping, he is finding it hard to breath, another ton of garbage slides off the trawler, big chunk of toxic waste, boy the neighborhood has changed. Yo bro, his cousin calls him over, what is wrong with you, i can’t breath, his cousin sighs, when did you notice it, it has been going this way for years, light weight, what a cod!

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, remind them Dear Father, they have to do a clean up, and the children are over stressed to, they can’t cope and they hide their ways, the others, wonder if they get away with it, remind them Please, before they turn the oceans to waste.  Solomon sighed, that will get their minds moving, his prayers being heard that’s all, the day of the excuse was finally over.

The Woman

She is a refugee, she hasn’t much, she does what she has to do, she has to feed herself. Her heart is big, she has relatives back home, she saves what she can, knowing what circumstances they live in. The money isn’t big, fifty dollars here, twenty dollars there, 100 when the times are good, she does what she has to do, the woman.

It’s a busy Friday night, the men are hungrier than ever, they like the fact she has a color, it’s more of a thrill for them. They empty they pay they go home, she puts her money in her sock, it’s safer there, by the time it gets to her village, it will be enough to feed them all, that woman, what is she doing, the days and nights have been hard.

They judge her those that pass, do you do the risky stuff some ask, how much. A veritable toe rag in the eyes of many, to be used and passed over, forgotten like she has no use, that woman. Many judged too simply, many rush to conclusions, Solomon thought of Jesus, what would he say or do, he’d certainly think less of those that judge her, the way so many do.

Remember Rehab, she found favor with God, for helping defeat the enemy. No one came to judge her afterwards, after knowing her profession before; tut tut, Solomon sighed, a mother feeds her children, while 25 trillion rests off shore, who do you think God will support, that woman of course, amen.

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.

Getting Married, or where did all the years go!

marriage, they were drinking in a downtown bar, an early house. Seven in the morning, the heads were drowsy, the hangover affect, the brain slow to engage, the words just a mutter, a sigh, a fart, what a life.

“Life is a marriage!”

What do you Mean jack?

Well, the day your born your into it, and the day you die you dissolve it, isn’t that a marriage. His friends looked at him, maybe that was it. Divorce was akin to a breakdown, a RETREAT. They shake their heads, his companions. You got it wrong they say. Marriage is a relationship bond, the promise to hang together not alone on the journey. When we get carried away, children arrive and we settle down.

The same way life is a marriage, the older you get, the more becalmed you become.

Aimee Mcpherson

A woman is filled with the Spirit, an energy that comes from afar, it has the power to heal, word spreads everywhere, Her name is Sister Aimee McPherson, she lived in the early parts of the 1920’s, started the revival movement, a woman, and this at a time when women had few rights, just imagine it. They came to her in droves, they even built the great Theater in Los Angeles, what was the history of this woman, and more importantly, where did that Spirit go. If it was around once it will be around again.

Solomon was reading the story of the pioneering spirit, who filled meeting halls and temples to over flowing capacity, while delivering the healing help, what happened to this great energy. It was an insight to to today, when preachers had lost that initial zeal, tied down by too many burdening rules, as if the impressionists themselves were under threat as they painted their great masterpieces. Who was Aimee McPherson.

 

 

collective love

the word is a power tool, and love is the most powerful force there is, it’s also the hand of God, make it stronger, by pouring all your best thoughts into the world, forget your personal bias by the way, you actually help the collective love to strengthen, you empower the angels, and open channels of hope everywhere. So pump the universe with all that is good, and watch the world around you flourish, its’ that simple, amen. pass the message on.