Hole in the Ground…

You don’t expect me to dig that he said, His Father was pointing to the spade, hurry up. A plot had been marked out, he was being asked to dig a drain. Machinery can do that he sighed, shovel in hand, he found the spade easier to dig it, it cut through the soil easier, whatever. If he wanted to use the car, he had to dig the hole, so he saw it. Half an hour, a little progress, this is going to take an eternity, his fingers were not used to such work, they were beginning to blister, what would they be like by dinner time. He kept on checking his watch, mobile phones did not exist in those times. I could ring the landscape company ho thought, and hire one of those little machines. And his father would be off all the afternoon, he imagined the surprise on his father’s face, to see the job completed before the due time, think of the credits he’d earn.

Many years later, they gather for the anniversary celebration of his Fathers passing. He is there with his brothers and sisters, friends, they reminisces, tales are told. His wife is with him, their children too. He was always a teacher, Father, said his sister. He nods to his wife; she is after a bout of depression, she was in that state of loss for a few months, he wondered how they got through it all. Then he thought of his father, that hole in the ground, patience.

Every Prayer Counts

 

Every prayer counts, and some prayers had added value, the exploits of the early believers and the old prophet’s clear evidence of it, cannot be denied. So Solomon was praying for divine help for those tonight and today in the middle of this Spiritual war of souls, call it a pep talk, Solomon needed to remind himself everyday, there was no force stronger than God Most High, and no evil spirit had any power or potency of any sort when confronted with Holy Spirit. Across the world, there were men and women on their knees, who did not give up on Faith, who needed more encouragement than any others, their prayers hit the spot, and their spirits needed that lift. He didn’t need reminding, there were those who believed in no God Most High, there were those who would gladly suck what they could from this world, regardless of consequence or coming generations, and there were those who wanted to exhaust themselves on the pleasures of this life, without concern for anyone, and there was evil spirit, that would go on doing what it tried to do, even in the face of God Most High, despite the signs that told them to mend their ways or else, Solomon was putting the seal on it, ensuring he never forgot or others, he was writing it down, amen.

Dedicated souls every day did their thing, some in very dangerous ways, Solomon was asking God Most High to throw his loving arms around them, they have families too, their children, their wives and husbands, their friends, it was not a time to lose, it was not a time to forget. Without others who laid the path, none of us would have made it this far, Solomon just wanted to remind that’s all, amen.

2020 Chaos….just growth pains…

Distraction, the war engines throttle up, in conflict there is opportunity, and when all seems lost, it has only just begun, A man, with power, has another man with Power, removed from life, while the Australian Bush burns. Global, human co-operation is required to solve issues of life and death, our very existence, while the gap between the rich and poor grows wider. Solomon was remarking on the news, how if affected people, how the call for war, was like adrenaline to a junkie, or the white snake oil salesman telling the towns people, that what he had in the bottle was their cure all. We all want to believe the best.

Remain calm, word gets out that John the Baptist has been murdered, Jesus rises in strength. His words grow ever faster. Jesus himself is dying on the cross, his early apostles go into hiding, thinking they will be next. Soon thereafter, they are in total joy, they meet Jesus again. The Spirit lives, they are given gifts of the Spirit, and to this day, the names of the prophets are on many lips, despite efforts to curb the enthusiasm, for anything that does not lead to wealth creation.

As said in old times, Forgiveness kills the instinct for violence, something we need to reflect on. Moses and the burning bush, food for thought though, and hopefully rain for Australia.

 

Where Did the Spirit Go…???

There is no booze in the cabinet, the shops are closed, the head aches, and I need a re fill. Honey he shouts, where did the Spirits go. She never listens, she is fumbling with the dirty dishes in the kitchen, they never listen, she has a thousand things to do. Being a Mother, her work is never over, her mind is always immersed, like her hands that moment in the soapy water. She continues to work away, the radio hums a tune she knows well, it’s an old one, was it the first time or was it the second time, she is trying to link the tune to the birth of her children, they are in their twenties now, anyway, it puts a smile on her face.

Where did the Spirits go, she hears his footsteps coming near. She hid the booze after he drowned the first bottle so easily. Some brain cells are better than none. Where did the Spirit go.  Every mother knows, she only has to look at her child to see if baby is okay, doesn’t need to interrogate or question, real love does that naturally. The leaves begin to droop, the tree is ill, the birds disappear, the environment is not that well.

Solomon asked himself the question regularly, where did the Spirit go, the one that came from Heaven. After Christmas, the work begins, after the marriage, the real love begins. It’s a climb, till you find the plateau. Reading old scripture, the words of Jesus, the words of all the Prophets,, it’s always pointed, towards, the well being of Spirit, not the control of those, under the guidance of those, of the organisations, that enacted so many rules, they almost drowned the Spirit, but not quite…..

Well, what are we without the Spirit, usually very poorly.

Who Am I

The questions in the hearts of many, what is my life, who am I, why do I exist, what is my purpose. Seated in a cafe, outside of course, no borders exist, we all breathe the same air, enjoy the same sun, she twiddles her thumbs, she has come a long way, crossed many borders, had adventures you want to forget, had to sell herself, we all need to be fed, and a hungry child doesn’t ask where the dinner came from, the little eyes look up at you, for me they ask.

The time of the arrival of Christmas, a festival of praise, our way of giving thanks to God. She looks at the men and women passing by, their arms holding bags, it reminds her of the time, when all her possessions could be held in them, apart from the child she held to her heart. Who Am I, she keeps on asking.

An older man passes by, catches her eye, and smiles at her. Her fears are put at ease, he is not one who will betray me, she can see it. Who Am I.

Refugees, immigrants, women seeking shelters, children seeking example, Solomon was reminding himself of past times, the race to buy the last gift, wondering what they might think of him, did he spend enough. Years later, he sits with two codgers, he having escaped death in this life by divine intent, no longer worried what others thought of Him, think about it, the One who made life real for us all. Who Am I, a child of God he said as he passed her by.

Be Mindful

 

How is listening to you, perhaps your grand parents are watching you now, wondering if you have learned anything, hoping you don’t repeat their mistakes. Imagine it, those that you thought were gone,. watching you in silence, their Spirits wondering, perhaps hoping you turn to good ways, and actually help them, as the old prophets said, praying for the dead is worth doing. As God is the God of the living, it’s wisdom to remind yourself who is watching you. No need to blush, everything has been seen, even when you pick your nose, it’s clear cut. We all use the bathroom!.

Solomon was reading about the education on intimate relationships, and how those teaching it, had reduced it to a biological test, so the young students say, with no input as to the emotional issues, and what they, how, how you react etc. With society focused on getting everyone into the bed; well, it’s everywhere you look, it’s no surprise those who are young, find it confusing, how their hormones are dealt with. Jesus focused on compassion, he didn’t want to hear about your bed room details, our imaginations do that for us. So there are some who are outraged by the behavior of certain folks, but that’s ignoring the real issue; how come we create a society that is so focused on the lower regions, it’s not that the need to get together is ever going to disappear, unless of course, we turn ourselves into machines, that perform according to a script, well?

Jesus encouraged help and healing, not revenge and getting even.

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.