THE Spirit of Light…

The empty feeling, the clouds that threaten, the worry, will it ever be the same, imagine, the power brokers in the times of Jesus, 2,000 years ago, their man is safely nailed to the cross, their threat has gone, back to business,or so they thought. The story is rare, it has never been forgotten, and all the evidence exists, it’s all real. All these years later, the crisis the entire world faces, accompanied by signs that only divine power could make possible.

All those years ago, they denied the horrible truth; THE man of light was murdered. How do we go on, what must have been in the heads of those in control, the earthquakes, the sky darkens, the message clear AND simple, you have done the unthinkable. Centuries later, they are being oppressed, anyone who dares to believe. What is the problem; How do we take it in; you could add up the long list of martyrs, and reason they had good reasons, for dying for the cause, their God, amen. Are there others we recall from that time, if we are honest, very few indeed.

Jesus promised the 11th hour get out clause; there is time in other words, don’t be late, don’t leave it to a time,when there is nothing you can do, this is written a long time ago, the writer is putting his flavor on it, simplifying, what others try to enforce with rules. How do you distinguish between the light that comes from Heaven, the Holy Spirit in other words, and the Spirit of deception, in other words, the Spirit that honors the purely material, amen.

Your tired, the day is long, the washing is piling up, and there is another load in the machine, how will you get through it. The ironing board is set up, the work continues, it’s long past closing time, if you want to compare it with a regular job, but the work of a loving mother just goes on and on, regardless of tiredness or not. How does this relate to our friendship with Jesus you ask. Pause, there is always a smart ass, who wants to use the words, i said that, as if it matters, possibly it does, we all need a sense of well being and being esteemed. Anyway, this mother doing the chores regardless of time, knows the limits of her family’s needs. They come first, amen.

In a nutshell,Jesus is there all the time, and here is how you do it. On your knees you are immediate, you are asking for help, you are humbling yourself. God loves the humble. As for the mother in our stories, no one got here alone, they dedicate their lives to the welfare of their children when they are of the right mind, amen. They are light in our lives, same way Jesus is, always.

when in the company of the light, the time passes effortlessly, your worries disappear, and afterwords, you feel full yet empty, you want to hear more, cause there is no burden in the light, no one is trying to sell you something, no one is trying to get you to join a cult or anything else, that’s the work of deceivers, no matter how clever their words appear, amen. When you are tired pick up the Holy Book, and once you get lost in a parable, time will fade away, as your interest will be piqued by the wonders of old, and when you set the book down, you will dream life not fear, amen.

Solomon sighed, he was adding words to the journey, both as a moment of relief for those who suffer unjustly, and as a warning to the deceivers, who use the Holy Names to take control of the vulnerable, amen.

Believers don’t need to worry …Remember Moses, Abraham…

Easy for you to say, the words that slip from the tongue, are you able to prove it, the first words on most minds, easy for you to say. He is poorly dressed, his shoes leak, his hair is a mess, and there is only the price of a coffee in his pocket, don’t worry he says. Solomon sighed, he saw the Spirit at work, saw the anxious turn to happiness, it was the flip of a switch, come to think about it, so did Moses, but Moses always gave credit to God, he never tried to claim credit himself. Many years later, Jesus repeats the words, all glory to the Father. Those who are jealous of power and envious wondered, how can he do this; their response; he has demons in him they said. Jesus hears their thoughts, understands them better than they could possibly imagine and warns them; Dudes, you can say what you like about me, but if you dare insult the Holy Spirit, you won’t just regret it. Moses returns from the Holy Mountain, got the assurance from the Most High God, is content, this is working out he says to himself, he weeps, his joy immense, to have the approval of the eternal God, mega. Then he he see’s them back to their old ways, worshiping what’s earthly and common, same as those who judge people so quickly; not ambitious enough, you must be unwell; a child decides to serve God, had a career in front of him, what a waste his friends say. Forty years later, they ask their unambitious pal to intercede for them before God; life has a habit of turning around rather quickly. So if you believe, why worry then.

To see the wonders of God, amazing.

Men and Women

You and me, we get to know each other, we wriggle with our fingers, there is an energy, you can read each others thoughts, how are our emotions in tandem, then we part, the memory remains, wish I could have more of that, she sighs, when I am with you I think of nothing else.

 

Solomon listened to the prophet woman, she had staying power, was on a one person mission, her devotion clear, aimed at pleasing God. Solomon listens, she rattles on, he nods, some days we have to clean, other days we wash, we smarten ourselves up, fine, there are a lot of changes in a single minute, the memory of 9/11 a very real event, along with the multitude of assaults on civilians, who had their entire towns bombed from a safe height, we all have ideas of righteousness, not all of them work out.

Men and women said Solomon, he threw out the point, we are in this together, all of us, none of us made it without the other, so why all these differences then. He wanted to invite her over for a chat; there were a few holes in her thought process and Solomon wanted to help her fill them in; If you are going to teach Jesus, God, and the Holy prophets, you need to have a base built on compassion. an understanding of unconditional love, and the humility of a farmer depending on the weather, please.

Why should you write…

It was a valid question, he wrote after all, she was a successful doctor, she was trying to understand him, he sighs, she is his type of woman, she actually listens. He gives her his answer..

“when I wake in the morning, it’s a new day, it’s not a case of the same repeating itself, it’s new each and every time, they eyes may tire, but the scene is a new one, no often how often I see it, a bit like your patients I suppose”

She pauses, trying to get her head around it, she nods.

“I get it, we need to be both listeners and observers at the same time!”

he smiles

“when we write about it, it becomes part of history, written with clear eyes, not fogged, as they say”

How Much More

The book is on her lap, the bed side lamp is lit, it rests at an angle, she wants to read before she sleeps, but doesn’t want to go blind, the new light bulbs overly bright, too sharp for the eyes. It’s getting to the interesting part, it’s a detective novel, they are about to unmask the killer, then the bell rings, she checks her alarm clock, after one in the morning, Cindy her daughter is staying over with friends, who could it possibly be. Her heart thumps, the dreaded feeling, the blue neon flashes outside, the police, something must be wrong.

She passes a picture of her only daughter, please God, don’t let it be her. Her throat constricts, the tightening of the chest, she struggles down the stairs. She lost her Husband to a sudden heart attack the year before, has only got over it. The door opens, the first face she recognizes, her daughter, a big smile on her face, a little bleary eyed.

“Ma, I’d like to introduce you to my new boyfriend, he drove me home, I hope we didn’t upset you!”

“Scamp!”

Death is not the end in any case, and those who think the worst better be aware. If you can’t forgive, you pass on hatred, it’s as simple as that.

Solomon was in the bar, coffee and a bite, he is joined by the seekers, they have heard the news, something is going on, and it can’t be explained away, the same way they hide the truth under the carpet, it’s real. He encountered the doubters many times, and as in days gone bye, they all want proof, somethings never change, amen.

Solomon’s Solution

Greek Irish French German Arabic, color status, rich poor, did it matter, each group each division each one, an obstacle, Solomon was trying to explain the world war two syndrome, never forget never forget never forget, the attitude that strangled the worlds,

never let anyone forget attitude, that gave birth to evil, the inconvenient truth, as voices of the past repeated themselves. Victimization had been turned into martyrdom,  a global industry.

he was remarking on the way, different religions tried to grab control, same way a global corporation did today. If only the crusaders of old, the early christian church crusaders, hadn’t been so pharisee minded, in their efforts to impose religious control.

How the visions of the prophet Muhammad had been misunderstood and deemed a threat to the early Church. if one examines it closely, did it not make sense, the future as described, and the efforts made to hold back the tide.

and even more sadly, the Role of Jesus, and how his teaching was the bed rock of everything, as all love started with a forgiving heart to begin with. The christian church didn’t do anyone any favorsIMG_5757 when they used the Image of the Son, to encourage bitter war and hatred, imagine, using the symbol of love and forgiveness to wage war, just saying.

the world was in turmoil, and only a united front could possibly change it, amen.