Ponder This..

Our voices, stolen, those in the limelight, selling their wares, offering voices, but stealing from us all the time. Solomon reflected, the great unfairness, how those with power, given Godly talents, used them to build stores for themselves, amen.

My makeup does not look good, the nails need to be done, does this sound good, what will the others think. To Solomon, the impressions  we hope to create,

in the hope that our peers will salute us, was nothing compared to the Power of God, and the divine plan. If they are suffocating from their material excess’s, they will one day have to leave it all behind, and then, it’s their soul that will matter and nothing else, so what will your legacy be, amen?

Preaching Man

Has them in the palm of his hands, his face scans the audience, senses the wonder, must choose his words carefully, wants to frighten them not embalm them. Power, what a thrill, they listen to the words, you mention the name Jesus, it’s almost a magnet, his words still stick 2,000 odd years later, Meanwhile the Preacher, he views his meal ticket before him, they come to him for advice, it’s beyond comprehension, they listen to me, he finishes the sermon with some fear filling words, fear only God he says. The adrenaline levels are up, he feels it the way a drug addict does. In the audience a real Prophet is listening, why do they have to use fear all the time, preaching man, it is so much simpler.¬† The Spirit rises on the basis of good deeds, and the Holy Spirit lives inside you, you just need space and an honest heart. The Preaching man has none of that, too addicted to control.

Solomon sighed, too much syrup in the diet turns you into a diabetic, you need to hear the truth, same as the words have to be from the Heart. Solomon wondered, why some made complex what is so simple to understand, amen.