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Sugar, sugar, where are you, barefoot, wearing her PJ’s. the morning having just arrived, Flossy McDonald stood on the back porch, her pet dog poodles hadn’t been in the usual spot, the kennel that he usually lived in. Sugar, sugar, where are you. Down at the neighbor farm, sucking up to old Mrs Murphy for another slice of chocolate, stupid dog, you’ll be a diabetic before we reach the end of lent she sighed, and i don’t have pet insurance.
Her Mother arrives into the kitchen the same moment.
“did i hear shouting, I was in the middle of a nightmare, another reality TV star had won ..”
“Sugar, poodles s cavorting down in Murphy’s again”
Don’t worry replied her Mother, pointing to the pancakes on the table. He’s cheaper fed there than here,let him stay there, all he does is ear, how he moves at all surprises me.
After a tough lenten diet, Sugar lost thirty pounds, and rN off three weeks later. On his way out the gate, his labrador girl dog beside him, he scoffs. The food I have had to eat, Lent they said.
Jesus makes crystal clear, what sort of people we ought to be. He rebuffed those who thought ritual was the good deeds of their Faith. Kindness, compassion, are the basic’s, God the Father, Jesus tells us, wants us to live lives that show respect for the gift given.
Ignore the personal cost, we all carry weight, but what has been the cost to human kind? It’s lead to the development of chemical weapons, wars,bio terrorism, and atrocities of such horror, spoiled the environment, ruined the hope of fellowship, and you wonder why Jesus said it repeatedly. Obviously, if you expect God to forgive you, you ought to try.
What’s hidden is being revealed across the world, and while we might be angered by the tantrums of Donald and company, He has given you all a get out clause, a paradox perhaps, but God uses all of us, as instruments when He has to, amen.
Of course, forgiveness is free will, the choice, you make it every day. And when you don’t forgive, you gravitate towards those who don’t, leaving you deep in the resentment zone.
God never forced anyone to forgive; Ever hear of the sins of the Father, and what it means; those habits we pass on, it’s that simple, amen
Tragedy the feeling, the loss immense, families, their lives in a trance, as the feelings of hurt return, how else can you deal with it, the impossible happened, a tale repeated on many levels, by different peoples across the world, a song is sung a ballad, commemorates a sad event, the martyrs, could be Irish Men fighting for their freedom, could be those reliving the horrors of the second war, there is so much to grieve about, and so much reliving of the past. Anniversaries.
History teaches us, that things can go awry in the minute before us, the ship is heading across the Atlantic, the guests enjoying sleep, hours later half of them are dead in the water, Moses is on the mountain, he returns to the camp, those who gave up on him, the habits, the tragedy that followed soon after, the Hebrews wandering through the desert, forty long years, there is so much pain we have to get through at times, is it ever going to be enough.
How do you deal with it all, she moves in the morning, feels the pain, it’s the same feeling every day, how do you deal with it. Solomon sighed, the power to Heal, is within us, and is why we are asked to forgive, those thoughts of angst fill us with dread, the same way a mind can become depressed, there is going to be no change, same as it always is, so we think.
Leave a living legacy that encourages hope, that those coming behind you, will be able to learn from, not grow angry from, sometimes, we allow ourselves be overcome by hurt and fear, and that cuts us off from the power to heal. Solomon encountered the divine help on multiple occasions, and had good reason to believe in the higher love, it took practice, but it works, amen.
You got to be kidding, the angels step under the cordon, the yellow and black tape, the stuff that is erected to keep the public out, while the investigators get to work. Sherlock Holmes investigates, the mystery of the missing Spirit, a member of the public, a concerned man of the Spirit, wanted an independent eye on the scene of the latest crime scene, as old Holmes was not tethered to institutional thinking and was therefore able to think outside the box.
The Spirit had been kidnapped, who else could solve the crime, only the Great Holmes. His chief rival, Moriarty, the evil hound who dogged Holmes all his life, the clear main suspect, as evil was his life work, and the chief of demons his friend. As with all major crimes, the use of outside experts is necessary, particularly, given the global damage caused by the crime, harm to the Holy Spirit.
Solomon read, the background information, the steps leading up to the crime, he watched Holmes examine the scene, focusing on the idols surrounding the scene, taking notes, perhaps making decisions on where the investigation might fruitfully have results, in the short time, and not over the centuries.
Were they plagued with expansion plans, did they accept help from inside traders, were the values watered down, did there arise demons from within. There were many threads that needed investigation. Over zealous perhaps, withholding truths, passing the buck, diverting attention at other faith groups, trying to blame individuals, there was a whole lot of work involved, and there were no easy solutions.
Across the world, the tape had been erected, the population were wearing masks, in case they were caught by the infection, it seems a disease had got into the heart of the faithful, so Holmes imagined, while planning the next phase of the work. Watson, will you get me a guitar tuner that works, Watson sighed, who could figure Holmes out.
The company of the Holy Spirit, no threat, no anxiety, no need for oneupmanship, no need to bully, no need to drown the voice, no need to lord over, no need for malice, peace, patience, calm, compassion, empathy, qualities you’d come to expect, from those who believe in the eternal God, nothing complex, no ego as such.
Solomon sighed, the energy of Love, was continually lifting, it never left you feeling drained, heavy hearted or down. In times of crisis, as these times are, a lot of testing of the Spirit, is it the real one, that you have inside, or the man made version full of empty pride.
Jesus taught using stories, so as to allow as many as possible to listen, as he didn’t want anyone to be cut off from his healing words. Knowing the character of man, he saw ahead, how there would be times, when there would be those who misled the people, so he used stories to circumvent them all, it’s really simple sighed Solomon, once you listen.
Laid up in hospital, nothing to do, hopefully you will recover, the advice of the physician, the nurse who comes when your buzzer goes off, time to eat, time to take your medication. She is on a visit to see her grandfather. Down the corridor and second room to the left, she breezes along. A big smile is prepared before she enters the room, she wonders what form he will be in, he is a grumpy sort, but kind. Doesn’t fire but straight.
Hi she says, big smile on her face, she is wearing the obligatory mask, she pulls it aside while she bends to kiss him on the forehead, why are you wearing that he remarks, wheezing, nearly out of breath, the lungs not as strong as they used to be. He is approaching ninety, has been through the second world war, Korea, Vietnam, an army vet as the experience tells you.
We all have to wear them now, it’s the law.
It takes your mind off the other stuff he replies.
What do you mean by that she says. …
He drifts off to sleep, she leaves him to have the quite moment, she waits. He is in a dream, it’s not dreaming, he is a boy again, on summer retreat with friends, the two week camp they used to have during the summer break. Climbing walls, chasing cows, trying to climb the neighbors apple trees without getting caught, playing cowboys and Indians. She watches the expression change on his face, the array of smiles, what gives him the thrill, he is old, the life he lived, she can only imagine. Suddenly he wakes up, he is shocked to see her still there.
you must have been dreaming she says.
You have a smile on your face, I was watching you.
Oh that he says.
there was a time when…
Children played, they slept in the same bed, teenagers, went about together during the day, no anxiety, no stressed parents, no one anxious, no one concerned with predators, no thoughts such as these existed whatsoever. He rambles on. and water you could drink from the tap, that was till they modernized it all. He looks at her.
She thinks, old man, what does he know.
I think it’s time to go she says. She pushes her mask to the side, tips his forehead with his lips, see you soon she says, whatever he replies.
later, she retells the story of the visit to her sister, how was he she says. He will live to a hundred, but I didn’t like the creepy stares of the male nurse, he scared me. What do you mean.
Solomon sighed, the difference in the ages, and the imaginings in the mind. The stuff that is fed into them, and the anxieties that last forever. The virus was a topic of conversation all over the world. It refocused the minds on the living.
News on the wire, hot off the press, the insults fly, we get it our way, no one gets in our way, God laughs out loud, I never had this sort of entertainment in years. The Boss looks at the noisy titan, made more noise than anyone else his age, is this how the children get when they begin to loose their marbles, well, when you don’t get your way, see how they react, Children sighed The Most High, take him away, and for Heavens peace, will you put a gag on his mouth, he is waking the animals.
Solomon read the signs, the changes were being accompanied with Heavenly support, hold firm, and your faith will see you through. Forget the worries of the future, live today, do something life giving, please don’t complain. The numbers were all over the place, pointing towards an eternal destiny, nothing to be anxious about, start today.
Great the number who lived inside their fears, pointing to others, trying to escape the notice of their friends, deflecting blame, anything to get the focus off them. Jesus told the early believers, it’s going to be tough sometimes, but remember this, God the Father and Heaven is real, don’t miss the boat on this on. They looked at him, have faith he replied, a blind man is passing by, can you help he asked of the Great Teacher, the man wakes up with his sight, he just had to believe.
are awesome, around the corner there is a line of well dressed men and women, a child is passing in the other direction, asks his mother, I thought those people never had to wait, is it an Oscar party or something the boy asked. His mother smiled, no darling she said, they have to meet with God, Wow says the boy, it must be important, they are all so well dressed up. The mother sighs, my sweet innocent child, I hope I have reared him well.
Crowds outside the halls of Justice, posters, yelling crowds, the felon is brought out, in chains, law enforcement wants to show him off, the district attorney wants to get re elected, while campaigners don’t want to miss an opportunity to increase the membership, no one wants to lose here, apart from the convicted felon. It could be Bernie, it could be anybody, it’s a good way to let them all know, you don’t get away with it anymore, right!.
Political forecasters, night and day studying the polls, reading the tweets, you said this, she said that, the spin doctors rumble through the thrash, hoping to find something damaging, anything to harm the candidate. The old bias cards are played, that will wind them up, the more dirt the better, the game hots up.
Solomon sighed, the plants co-operate with each other, the bugs get on, the birds fly cleverly, they don’t try to bump themselves off, and the human race that is watching it all, is supposed to be learning from it. At night the insects hum, during the day the birds sing, flowers lean towards the sun, while humble bees just buzz along; that can’t be too hard to imitate.
After the virus, when is this going to end, all other so called causes forgotten. The straw that broke the camels back was no heavier than the last. Solomon saw the signs, many had, the world was been watched from afar, it was a time for community driven thinking, could be learn from nature he sighed.