The Healing Spirit

He is in the bed, there are days, and this a heavy one, his mind is trouble, apart from the pain, there are memories. Lying on the bed, all the time in the world to think, the only noise, the coughs and roars of others in the wards, the rush of feet on the corridor, old age he sighed, wishing he could get to his feet. He has a rush of thoughts, it’s as if all that is wrong, his mistakes have come to overtake him, crush him inside. Fight he says, trying to push the images away; it’s a collage of all the harm he has encountered, why did I not do more. Please God, release me from this nightmare, please, he pleads, how I wasted my life, why did I gather all those things; the previous week he was worried about the insurance cover on his classic car collection; at this moment he doesn’t care if they all suddenly rust, what does it matter when you can’t take it with you. That was before the stroke. Alone in a private room, who needs time to think when what they have to think of is only about themselves.

Solomon had lunch with a good friend, a co believer; they were exchanging Godly wisdom, the conversation was alive, there was energy, the conversation they have; the lives that had touched them in many happy ways. How the heart fills with light, when you look outside yourself, how the body has time to heal, when you don’t have to stress yourself out. Rest sighed Solomon to his friend, a very thoughtful soul, who spent most of their days, encouraging the words of eternal life, rest is essential; as he pointed out to his friend, gesturing with h

is hands to his fellow diners; no one here got here on their own, no one ever does, amen.

Finding Your Way

You don’t quite fit in, you have opinions you want to share, you feel judged before you open your mouth, all you want is to live your life, but all you find is interference, you read the ancient books, you hear the blurb from the church, we love you no matter what, you find out, this could not be further from the truth, they love you when you do what your told, after awhile you learn to adjust, life is easier, you begin to get what you want, but inside there is something missing, you begin to try stuff on the edge, you find ideas are welcome there, on the edge they want change.

Then Jesus came along, times of old, word gets out, there is a man, he Speaks different, is not afraid of anyone human, can read what we are thinking, and there is rumor he has come to start a new Kingdom. He does not obey the rules of the Pharisee’s, he gives out to them even, something no one does. He has come to lead God’s

people to the way, without all the sales blurb many put on the shoulders of others, and he can heal too, and achieve other great wonders.

Young soul, seeking the way, lost in themselves, unable to trust in their own, has seen too much, worse still, is a young woman, she is tired of being itemized and sized up, not that she does not enjoy company, she just does not want to be sold. She hears the words, words that put her heart at rest, there is a way, all it requires is a little effort and seeking.

Jesus and Our Times

What are the implications?

Words of Jesus

And

Our times today!

Cough, the Power of God is inside us, what are the consequences of this revelation of Jesus, 2,000 odd years ago, and more importantly, what does it mean for today, amen. What preparation is required, for the individual, the cleansing of the space inside, the rubbish acquired, our capacity, how our thoughts form the world around us, more importantly, the reality of a Real Living God, can human type fully correspond, the different flocks, what it means for all world religions, all of them, how they compare with others as they do, the steps being taken to unite the followers, or the creation of certain standards, this is heady stuff, but it also gives you a pointer, to the patience of God, who never has to wait, but is Father, and will do. but the second coming is not a repeat of the first, it’s quite the opposite, The Son is not going to suffer and the Father won’t tolerate it for long, those days are done….there are words of old…

So can we really understand the efforts to drown Spirit for so long?

The recovery begins, the Heavens sigh, Islam is in the box seat, the Pope is a player, and all others have to wonder, what is the future they actually want, the meaning of change. Who are the people of the book, who are believers according to the parables of Jesus more importantly, who ties them all together. How will the great deceivers behave, what will your conscience do for you, will the noise creators, the loud voices shut up for awhile, are their own words going to choke them. since we all are children of the Father, Abraham, who won God’s favour, Hebrew, Christian, Islam, and those who apply compassion, it’s a mixed bag, but will it be easy to assimilate this wonderful reality into practical actions, can the three major religions of contention agree, or will they get the choice, will the past inability to accept Jesus, a man filled with the Spirit of God, as being the beginning and the end of journey, the 400 years of great times to come, albeit with a warning, there are a lot of issues, and would you really want to stress Mother Nature too, how long can that be considered fair play, apart from the obvious stress in trying to dislodge Spirit, a red card on any ordinary day, perhaps yellow, it’s interesting times, and since the Spirit has been wakened and old truths made real, yes, there is a God and there are angels, and demons, and we give them space, do we fully understand!

All things pass as George says, but the words of Jesus, are Eternal, so what does it mean, have you ever wondered about it, do you understand who the good Samaritan was, those who passed, those who chose to help, those who gladly exploit………….now that the words of the prophets are being made very obvious and in persona, etc, what does it mean now?.

Edit Your Head

What do you mean, well, they say behind your back what they are afraid to say to your face, Solomon was reminding himself of the power of Jesus’s and I mean power, his words came with authority, they were not a wish, or stuff you want to happen, they came with the power of His God, the Creator of the universe. Jesus wanted harmony, well being, respect, forgiveness, charity and compassion, well, how else could you enjoy the Father, and the great gift you have been given.

When Pharisee’s annoyed him or were talking about him behind his back, he just reminded them. Say what you like about me, Insult the Holy Spirit, well, that’s the line you can not cross, ever. With it being Christmas, the season for all that is good, well, it’s celebrated for many reasons, but for believers, enhancing the reputation of the Father, is tops. Being a Child of the divine, you have to make the effort, you are called to eternal life after all.

With the blurb flying everywhere, buy this, that, be kind, and the other stuff, what are you going to give me, there was a lot in the heads, along with the mad news from the political world, who could imagine what was going on. So Donald has brought all the dirty laundry to dry cleaners, and there is so much of it, it would remind you of the oceans full of plastic, it’s everywhere. Time to edit the head, without a clean environment, there is no life.

Who Listens?

He raises his voice, the teacher, everyone listens, he is serious now. There is a quake inside, can’t afford to close the mind, the words pour out, there is not a sound in the room, there is full attention, he is the respected teacher. Tone of voice, respect, an interest in learning, a future, it’s important how the words come out.

The baby is in the chair, the mother is trying to feed baby, come now, the baby gurgles and laughs, is playing, mother is not impressed, she has the laundry to do, and there are a HUNDRED other jobs to be done, baby of course does not understand, living is playtime, everything baby see’s is amazing. Come now she says, while the spoon of mulch approaches baby mouth.

The Preacher is at the altar, making a speech, wants the attendance to really listen, he has his pride too, the numbers in the congregation are falling, what was a full house is now a dribble, but the preacher continues to work hard, he wants to do some impro, off the cuff, but he is not allowed to stray from the guidelines, words from the Bishop, who smiles, how did we get this far he says, as if casting an eye to a time, two thousand years ago, when there were large crowds following Jesus.

Who listens, the ears are clogged, the eyes have been blinded, we hear the voice instead we see an image, we hear the words, yet we judge the speaker, even when we agree. Solomon wondered about the impact we have in life, and how aware we are, of that influence. On stage, a school, a mosque, a church, online, how do we listen, how we use email, do we intend to upset. How do we listen; feedback usually helps, amen.

New Light

The eyes glow, there is movement inside, there is wonder, there is hope, there is light. The power of words in the heart, the nuggets we hang to, same as the story of Christmas, the signs, the wonder in the young eyes, there is a sense of meaning, something new, the evenings maybe dark but there is light ahead. Two thousand years ago, men in long robes, riding the desert horse, they follow the star, they know something great is about to happen. What did they see, what was it that took them on such a journey, why did they follow the light in the Sky, how could they have known.

2,000 years later, the same wonder in dressed in silly rules and regulations, that more often than not, throttle the hearts of so many, on account of the disastrous wars fought, over “Love”.

Solomon sighed, the evening was a vision of light, he saw the wonder of talent nurtured, the fearlessness of the shy spirit, the hope that gives us all, only God can explain. Solomon hoped, that those who were in the role of Spiritual guides, would learn the lessons of old, and stop putting unnecessary burdens on their flocks. Compassion, gentleness, kindness, for these are the type of sacrifices that I want, not the sacrifice of old, amen.

The Same One he said…really..

 

I should be here, he is awkward, there are lights on the tree, the air is filled with joy, it’s made for children, the wonder and the surprise, Ahmed is surprised, they celebrate Christmas, the birth of Jesus, the same Jesus we pray to, why aren’t we having a celebration like this. His friend TJ is showing him his home, their parents are away, normally they would not be allowed to do this, the adults not allowing it, but since they are children, they don’t have any of this bias.

Solomon sighed, how barriers are so easily created, when a little wisdom could short change this negative approach easily. Children enjoying the promise of Joy, families and friends being a little more thoughtful, people more together than usual, the world a little warmer in some hearts. Jesus, it’s the same one, for all of us ,why allow a little dogma separate you from joy.  The rules we create that divide us and the walls we build around us.

Stuff we need to get right, amen.