My Eyes

They could not see, they could not hear, old words, repeated, the blindness of those who were in charge, and the barriers they falsely created in order to elevate themselves to positions, where others would look up and say, fine person you are. The arrogance of those who tried to instruct others in the ways of God, while ignoring the teachings of Jesus, rushing off to this group and that, and as Jesus would say, if they spent their time being compassionate, how they would change all that was around them. Solomon heard the words of warning ring in his ears, it happens again and again. Ceremony only mattered when there was true humility, the posturing of some really made him wonder.

He walks down a street, spots a man with a disability, stops. The words that come out of his mouth, the story of the Spirit and how it visited him one night. He wasn’t preaching, too many do that,

just rousing the interest of one who might want to be healed. He walks on. If those on the alter did not actively believe in miracles, how on earth could they convince anyone else. The Luke warm faith of servants is not the heart warming trust of Children. It was time they were all reminded of whom they were supposed to represent up there, it was not an organisation, that was for sure, amen.

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Make Time For me

She sits at the table, the kitchen is one of those designer types, every gadget you can imagine, she nurses the glass of wine, she frowns, how he used to have all the time in the world for me, now she is lucky if he is home before ten, what an existence, waiting. Is this what they base success on, setting aside all those habits that brought you together for a dream somewhere else, we used to be so happy. How many make time for true love to grow, busy work habits, eating on the go, hurry, turning the head, did you see that, always in a hurry and making promises that you will never keep. It must be so much worse for a small child, wondering if they will see their father at all, the human well that has to fill, the start of love. Solomon sighed, he had a powerful dream, three men and a child, a boy that was healed, they came a long way, their faith was real, the prayer was answered, it wasn’t mere words.

In the busy world, the rush, it’s the same as faith, it gets pressurized, it begins to crack. He was reflecting on the past, a long time past, well, thirty years is a life time for some, but the stress that began to happen as life began to explode in all directions, the need to multitask, trying to cover up for families that were dividing, the population explosion, the need for small single parent homes, a conundrum, and the inevitable pressure on time for Spiritual growth, guru’s taking over the class room, the Teaching of Jesus, ignored, weather patterns that were verging on the hysterical, it was rush, and in the end, it was as if the world forgot where it came from.

You have to go back sometimes to see where you went wrong. It was written 2,000 years ago, God lives inside you, same as having part of your life dedicated to an interest, that is eternal, the guide that gives you the nod, whether it is real or good, and as the bad decisions pile up, the space becomes unimportant, the excuses that you use and start building, the affirmation as the news is bad, as if it was part of your decision making process, another reason to thrash what you once believed, like angry lovers who want to make excuses to dislike themselves further.

Finding Redemption

She sits at their kitchen table, has been speaking with their friends, her lawyer too, she has caught him cheating, she is waiting for him to come in the door, their santuary has melted before her eyes, the cocoon they built, was it all lies, I trusted him with my happiness, and now it’s all about to disintegrate. Her life is over, she is barely forty. The time I invested in him, worse, the other men she gave up for him, the career she set aside, maybe that is an excuse, another reason to hate him, we all strecth the truth, sanctimonious, who isn’t. How she liked fixing their meals, the list gets bigger. So many things she overlooked, the stuff she put up with, inside she tells herself she is perfect, well, he was the one who thrashed the relationship. There is the sound of a car in the drive, she fills the wine glass before he comes in, she doesn’t want him to have one. She is angry.

I’m home he says, she hears his voice in the hall, he has no idea that she knows, or what is ahead of him. He drops the keys on the counter, I’ll open another one he says with a smile, he needs a friend, he is looking at the bottle, it’s empty, why the silence he says, he is full of himself, a great day at the office and two weeks off as a result. I know she says, what, they have told you already, that’s quick. He fetches a glass sits down beside her, why the gloom he says, she is prone to depression, he doesn’t rile her, she gets over it within an hour, she has been that way, since she lost the baby.

It’s only your imagination he says, when she confronts him, he understands, she has not been feeling well these last few months, it’s easy to understand. Compassion, he is a patient man.

 

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The Helper



Solomon smiled, Yes, that Spirit is still being poured into the universe, and as it escapes the sheckels of the material world, it’s getting stronger. Great events, strange results, miracles, what a change, and it’s all good, you don’;t have to imagine it, amen.




I will send the Helper and he will stay with you for all time, the promise of Jesus, strong words, the apostles look at each other, is he leaving they said. A little while later, the are filled with fear, they see their enemies of the day, leading their man up the hill to his slaughter, soldiers all around, powerless they feel, what did it mean, the Helper, the words almost forgotten.



The Spirit I send he said, will be even able to do even greater things, what did the words mean, well, there he is going up the hill, when they do him in, they will probably come and get us afterwards they think. So they hide, go on the run, frightened, like children who lost their father, anxious, lost, bewildered and very sad. Then the unthinkable happens, He appears to them, Yes he did, they warm up inside, You are not dead, they are in a state of mind few of us can ever imagine, the same feeling that the crowds felt when Lazarus came out of the Tomb, this is impossible.

Prophets are sent, the Spirit empowers, they come from across the world, those who can’t understand langauges meet together, and they hear the voice of God, they understand each other, even though the language is new to them, it’s the voice of Love, the universal song that is in every heart, could this be real, those looking in say they are mad. Then the healing continues, and the voice of Jesus, His Words and Promises, that they tried to quiten gets even stronger. 2,000 years later, the story is still in operation, and many want to continue hearing it, so much for the power of might over Spirit, they just can’t defeat it.




Covered in Fire

Is it possible, was it static or was it the Spirit inside, the garment flashed in the dark, streaks of electricity, is that who we are, charged energy. What’s inside us, and what stops us from pouring out the Spirit. He was electric, she electrified the audience, comments you hear, but to experience it, it made clear the picture of us as light and dark energy. and as we encourage the light, the more dynamic we become, more alive. Jesus put his hands on the sick, they were healed, they touched his garments, that was all they had to do, they believed and were healed. God’s healing power was sent through the Spirit, it’s real, but we have become afraid to touch and reach out. Was this the reason why the world was sexualized, so that we would lose these abilities, and thereby lose our contact with God?.

Solomon saw blood on the sheets, soon after his electric moment, his own, his nose was a tap, damn blood everywhere. He wasn’t going to drain for awhile, and he lost four or five pints once a long time ago, that was a real spill, this was a stream, it might have filled a small whiskey glass, that’s all. Was there a bleeding heart, he had a small friend who was looking forward to seeing him, they shared great moments, memories that last forever.

In his confusion, the doctor and a cigarette maybe, he rushed out of the bloodied bed, hurries down the street, the more he hurries the faster the blood flows, he wasn’t thinking, what a sight, a red rag over his face, the shop is closed, he ends up in the church, so that’s how it works, you get the alarm call and you run with it. He sits on the pew, his head at the angle, looking at the angel, so this is how it works is it. A mother and her little child enters, they light candles, the mother is teaching her daughter, there is a God. Solomon is too busy with the blood to notice that much, but imagine the surprise, when a few minutes after the mother and daughter leave the temple, they return to offer him some tissues they bought for him, a very kind thought, and the child wore a heavenly smile, the sort of look only the purely innocent wear. They must have thought he was a mess, he smiles, they depart, Solomon is moved, how kind, such a sweet thought. Imagine the greater surprise, when two minutes later, they appear in the door, the little girl carries a bag for his bloody tissues. She hands over the blue plastic bag, a big sense of wonder in her young eyes. They will be blessed he sighed. Children don’t rear themselves, amen. Many parents would learn from that Mother’s example.

Don’t Try too Hard!

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In the House of God, the story, The Pharisee, dressed in robes, praying he thinks, saying all the right words, going through the ritual words, as taught, assuming he is great, devout, word smart, and thus, better than the rest, disdainful of the habits of others, turning his nose up at the lowly ones, why do they bother he says with that stare, contempt for their lives and the habits they choose, how ungodly they are. He prays some more, mumbles the last few paragraphs, has a meeting to go to, an important one, a meeting with one of his own, a proper believer.

Solomon was reading the Parable of old, a lesson Jesus taught to his followers, the story is of the chaste man, and the weary sinner who repented and meant what he said, which one of them would be right in his Father’s eyes. The one who looked down on others, or the one who admitted his failings and tried to get up again. In the eyes of God every one of us is a sinner, there is no pretending about that, you only have to look around.

The pharisee is in the House of God, the weary man enters, sits away from him, does not feel worthy to be near the righteous pharisee, it’s as if he will contaminate him. He is down on his knees, tired, wants to amend his life, his heart is full of repentance. Solomon sighed, the parable is 2,100 years old, it’s a lesson in being humble in the eyes of God. Demons may fill you with false pride and others will convince you that you are great, we have all friends like that. Any, imagine the same words spoken today, those who are so devout they are disdainful of the rest of society, it happens, but it’s in conflict with the words of Jesus. Many are devout, they pray, they follow the teachings of Jesus, so they say, but the parable was written to warn them, being humble casts the net of understanding and love for all to see, not just your friends, amen.