Where Did the Spirit Go…???

There is no booze in the cabinet, the shops are closed, the head aches, and I need a re fill. Honey he shouts, where did the Spirits go. She never listens, she is fumbling with the dirty dishes in the kitchen, they never listen, she has a thousand things to do. Being a Mother, her work is never over, her mind is always immersed, like her hands that moment in the soapy water. She continues to work away, the radio hums a tune she knows well, it’s an old one, was it the first time or was it the second time, she is trying to link the tune to the birth of her children, they are in their twenties now, anyway, it puts a smile on her face.

Where did the Spirits go, she hears his footsteps coming near. She hid the booze after he drowned the first bottle so easily. Some brain cells are better than none. Where did the Spirit go.  Every mother knows, she only has to look at her child to see if baby is okay, doesn’t need to interrogate or question, real love does that naturally. The leaves begin to droop, the tree is ill, the birds disappear, the environment is not that well.

Solomon asked himself the question regularly, where did the Spirit go, the one that came from Heaven. After Christmas, the work begins, after the marriage, the real love begins. It’s a climb, till you find the plateau. Reading old scripture, the words of Jesus, the words of all the Prophets,, it’s always pointed, towards, the well being of Spirit, not the control of those, under the guidance of those, of the organisations, that enacted so many rules, they almost drowned the Spirit, but not quite…..

Well, what are we without the Spirit, usually very poorly.

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It Couldn’t Happen to Me….9/11

How often we look at others, our eyes turn down, for a moment or two, as we try to digest what it feels like, or how lucky we feel, it wont happen to me, they don’t seem too well, how could they cope with it, their loss our escape, lucky us, how long do we read the news from afar, the casualty list, the numbers, do we think of families or is it our luck we are sizing up, lucky me. How lives can change with dramatic affect, for all time. Solomon recalled the morning news, all those years before, the seeming animated picture, this could not be real, not live on TV, it has to be a computer generation, then the reality a minute later, that’s real people, that was real jet fuel, that is real life and it’s before the eyes of the world. How one day can alter so much. History teaches us, anything can happen, and old scripture reminds us, there is another life.

Solomon listened to the news, the anniversary, the where were you moment as it were, and the decisions made afterwards, to start a war, and the results thereafter, when the call for a great peace was lost in the big talk, we’ll get even, regardless of the cost, the soldiers return home years later, shell shocked, the desire for guns increasing daily, the nationalistic calls, revenge and security, we have the power. The Roman empire wanted to dominate the world through force, or fear, God had other plans, the memorials still exist, to remind us, war does not work, it only leads to worse.

Mothers, fathers brothers sisters, when did revenge do it for you, or what did revenge do for you; usualy caused more need for guns, and the mentality that using force brings, hatred usually, amen. Jesus pleaded forgiveness, knew how our thoughts are formed, the baggage that destroys, those bitter memorires that you save up, for that great moment, same as the viagra hidden in the shaving bag, for use when you could not do it yourself, but there in the bag, in order to save your pride. Well, in a world thar that wants immediate satisfaction, there are no buffer zones, or patience. Amen

The Pearly Gates Moment….

Getting ready to have the last breath of this world, preparing for the graduation ceremony, you feel the heat, there is a slight panic, you are nervous of course, you have been practicing for this moment all your life, the beats intensify, the moment is near, what will the first question be, you go through the check list ,pass that one, won’t answer the section on charity, give the envy part a miss, you are running out of options, only because you are nervous, but you have been a good student all your life, bing, the machine goes dead, your in forever land, the land is green, there is brightness in one part, you see your friends who passed the test, over in the other corner, those you want to forget, some who wanted to forgive, did i pass the test. St Peter opens the Gate, he scans your soul, what state is it in, did you learn anything he asks, why you ask a question like that, Peter shakes the head, didn’t they tell you, life is a learning experience, not a day trip. You can’t find your voice, but it doesn’t matter, the scan is going fine, no major cracks on the disk, at least they can make sense of it. From around the corner a voice calls out, did you find one

yet, Peter turns his shoulder, not yet, but it’s getting closer. The pearly gates moment, what a day, amen.

Can’t Forgive, is that an issue for you!.

An issue for the world, sighed Solomon, another reason to feel angry, the disabling affect of hatred. In doubt, go to the place where you have reason to be angry, feels as if you justify yourself, an eye for an eye, then Jesus comes along, even his followers were upset, forgive!. have you lost your mind. Well, my Father is always forgiving you all, no pun intended, he shows them the scars.

50 million die in the second great war, fifty million, and most of them of European origin, so what happens next; the wise men of Europe decide to form a common market; bringing together foes of old, uniting them under the common cause, for all their welfare. Fifty million dead souls later, what a price to pay, why had they not done it sooner, questions.

In a world where arguments ended in feuds, and bloodshed. The child pushes his bike through the rubble, sighs to himself, how he used to do it with his father, and their friends, that was before, they bombed the neighborhood, He lives in Lebanon. How he wishes to see his father again.

In his low feelings, the extremists comfort him, they have something in common he assumes, eats every word they speak, then they send him on the mission, that will unite him with his Father, well son, you said you wanted to see your father again. Can’t forgive, you know what I mean, amen.

Endurance and Love

 

Start at the end, she lies on the bed, holds a memory of him in her hands, a chain. each time she touches it she feels his strength. To this day she mourns for him, it was the heart she admired, it was her spirit he cherished. Solomon was remarking on the strength of love, and what it could achieve. The times they had endured; he was walking through the remnants of the human graveyard, once a city, it was now a memorial. He saw the thin figures scattered about, he had the photo’s on the wall to remind him, this actually happened; the gas chambers, the false teeth, the bones, the crematoriums. What proof did you need; what he saw devastated the human heart, a reminder what it could do, when it all went wrong.

The number is a tattoo on her arm, her memory, their memory. It was a difficult time, but their love endured; fifty years later he still makes her smiles; She tells her visitors; he always shared his ration with me, but he was a man when he died a young boy, amen.

There are those Dear Father in Heaven, of extreme views, trying in work their way into he thoughts and minds of all who are good, trying to sell them fear, pass on all that is wrong. remind them

for ever more, that their schemes will only fall on those that attempt to harm and no one else, amen.