Love Those We Don’t Like — Jesus is the answer!.. re blog

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“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” – Ephesians 5:1-2 The call to imitate God sounds impossible. Yet, just as a small child imperfectly mimics a parent’s actions, disciples of Jesus copy him. […]

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The Horse Trainer

He walks around the paddock, his head raised high, his eyes pointing, his head recalling, the posture of the filly, is she walking all right, he doesn’t want to alarm the animal, he appears not to notice, it has to be natural, throws a a sly look, was that a limp, maybe she has a back problem, watching, how we carry ourselves. Wake up Sean, you are doing it again, what he says, his attention back in the moment. What Dear he says. She has a snarl in her eye, I saw you looking at her. They are outside a restaurant. You never gave me that attention, the thought she keeps inside her. She is getting older, not that she is old. WE all love to be noticed, when we are in the prime of our lives. We all want to be noticed, we want to be of interest in the street.

She leaves her house, her trolley before her, she can’t carry weight on her shoulders, her blonde tresses are turning to grey, her walk is not as smart, age, tiredness, a lot of emotional stuff inside. She lights up when she catches the eye of a passer by, they used to gaze at her, when she was young, memories.

Solomon sighed, how we look at each other. There were many well dressed young women and men, strutting themselves. How would a horse trainer

size them up. He heard the words before, hips do this, legs do that, it wasn’t sexual as the moral brigade tried to impress on us, it was just our nature, we all watch, and wonder, life is a gift. Beepers, imagine what it’s like, you are a race horse, you know you have the ability, in the right hands, the potential will show, patience required. How talent flourishes in the right hands. Jesus only had to wish it sometimes and people recovered, sometimes it was touch. Look in the eyes, are you well, doesn’t every mother know that, and they all didn’t have PhD’s in psychology.

Those who fed fear into the world, he hoped they had celestial insurance, amen.

Old Time

The do’s and the don’ts, the rule book was pretty well defined, the rural and the country, those street savvy, those country wise, how the townies looked down on the country cousin, so unsophisticated, behind in the trends, from the backwater dear, what do you expect, they haven’t seen a barber in years, and they come to shop twice a year. The movement of people, the slide to the city, adoption of city life, neighbors, you get to know them, you form your community, usually same culture, ethnic or otherwise, a few bad experiences you hear about, the move to the ghetto, the commencement of a life, that builds barriers around you, well, she doesn’t look like us, he has strange ways, but at least there is safety in numbers.

Solomon was looking back, finding as point in time, what it was like to be a child, the expectations and the guidelines, the do’s and the don’t’s, had all that much changed. The gap of poverty was huge, insurmountable almost, women calling to the door, alms given, see you next week missus, the fear of crime, what you might read in a newspaper. TV time, never allowed to watch anything after 11, adult time, no exceptions, you don’t want to be bamboozling the heads, they will learn soon enough for themselves. Anyone encouraging a lapse into easy living, looked at, every negative influence looked down on.

That old pace of life, a pace so many long for now in this busy time. It wasn’t impossible, just a little planning. As for influences in our lives though, were we loosing that neighbor hood bit, as the new neighborhood was a long way from the street or road you lived on. Whatever the changes, God is the same all the time.

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?.

In a social coma

He’s in a coma, they come to visit, all they see are the tubes, you mean they are feeding him through that, so technical, more screens, all sorts of monitors, the breathing tube moves up and down, he can hear them, the patient, he just cant move, so powerless, having the body without a working brain. What are we supposed to do in a place such as this, do we shut down the machine when the money runs out, or when we tire of the visit, a hundred damn questions, all have a point, meanwhile the tube still breathes in and out.

Solomon watched the happy spectacle, they were gushing over the small child, a fiesty young child, perhaps two, more likely a year and a bit, copying and imitating what ever is in front of him, content to be out and about, he can read their moods better than they can, and he can’t even reach their knee bone, when he screams he gets their attention, cute boy, he is learning so fast.

Seven or eight years old, the world is turning fast, the gadgets are getting slimmer and so are your thighs, meanwhile eight year old is learning fast, so fast its hard to keep up with him, Mother is a rush around woman, the pace of life demands it, and same as those phones, if you are out of the loop, your friends soon forget you, even your voice. You were not in my phone, how could I tring you, used to be your not in my heart why should I ring you, (nice rhythm in song), it’s all changed, the competition is fierce, and the cost of living is one way, up.

Those refugee camps, why are they on the TV this night, the caption reads cholera, can we get that in New York the voice in the background says. It’s a third world disease, poor sanitation, haven’t they got water over there, the banter goes on between the kitchen and the TV room, Donald Trump is after sacking the secret service, you mean again the voice in the kithen says, he can never focus the other repeats. Meanwhile, eight year old, has no problems with focus, he is on the news feed, the online feed, he wants to learn as much as he can, he is programmed that way, to be filled and filled again. What is that with all the weird stuff he says to himself, do animals do it like that too!.

Solomon sighed, his dream was over, it was time to rise, what a dream, the world was in a social coma, social coma, he likes the ring of it, one way of describing it, amen. Well, when you have a visitation with the Great Spirit, there is nothing else you need to know, know what I mean…..Meanwhile, In a far and away place, the affirmation comes again, the heart lights, the sun comes out, just like that…

Me Too Hungry….

Me Too, Me Too, what are you saying Liz, your not making sense, Me Too, what’s wrong with you, we are all hungry, give us this me too rubbish. The weathered woman looks up at the overhead satellite, keeping on eye on them, while they starve to death, Me Too, hunger, who isn’t. Her Friend is stirring the mash they call food, a ladle in one hand, a mobile phone in the other, a modern smart one. She is reading about the Me Too revolution going on, she wonders if it’s a game show, many famous people are involved. Me Too she shouts, her friend sitting in the shade turns around, will you give up this Me Too rubbish or we will send you to the asylum. At least they will feed me there she replies, with a laugh.

The old lady gets up, wonders over to her friend, what is this Me Too business. Sitting in the middle of the desert, they are reading all about the new social media thing, what is it about, they don’t understand it. They press the right button, they go to an information section and donations, the younger one reads, she nods, Me Too she says, who hasn’t suffered in this world.

Suffering says the old woman, I haven’t not known it, amen, Me Too.

It Wasn’t Us?

Impact, the influence we have on the lives of others, the red carpet is prepared so are the plaudits, the camera’s flash, smile, we are great, wow factor, then to be adored once inside the door, bling pretty clean new, the Kings and Queens of the earth, one day Solomon imagined, they would all have to account for their work.

Anger, a close up, the look in the eyes, the language, so grown up, even if meant for very young ears, well we, in a world that was over booked in terms of violence, those reading the script had a role in the matter too. Solomon watched a documentary, and it wasn’t pretty, gruesome, dark, very human and frightening.

The plans to murder, the old resentment never far from the top, Solomon listened, as locals and militia, joined in the murder of so many Jewish People, neighbors and work colleagues, quickly joining in the slaughter of millions, using the old hatred, and the false propaganda to justify their actions, it wasn’t us.

The child is five, maybe six, has to live in a difficult environment, has no place to turn, is emotionally committed, love is what we are born to, it’s the reason for being for all of us, getting along. Exposed to violence and those gadgets, he finds solace in the game that stops him thinking about, it’s how so many addictions are born.

It wasn’t us, what excuse was that, if you are aware of what is happening before your very eyes. Don’t mention hunger, amen. Imagine, God Most High is real.

The Jesus Conference

Was it that hard he sighed. he came from the end of the earths, south of the pole, to add his experiences. Abide in his ways and you will find peace. When he first heard about it, “The Jesus Conference”, it had to be a success, what other figure in history promoted it so well and healed by word, no other. A great idea he thought. It took him an entire year to raise the fare, but he got there. Even high up in the Andes they heard of the great one, and many times in history the helper had arrived. The preservation of the forest, the preservation of the world was at risk. They will be enlightened.

All he found, trinket sellers and fiery nobodies, blinged out, with no reverence for Jesus at all; they were  using his reputation, that was all. He traveled a long way.

Solomon visited friends; some attended churches, some attended mosques, some prayed in private, some didn’t pray at all, allowing their deeds to describe themselves. One thing in common, they all believed in Jesus. How come they never came to a common agreement in this issue. With his mind on finding a solution, Solomon imagined a conference, on the Topic of eternity, and Jesus. Before an idea becomes real, we must think about it, amen. It wont be long he sighed.

Moses Blue

Moses gets the Blues

 

Fifteen, sixteen whatever age, whatever the reason, we plan for it, but seemingly do nothing about it, repeated year after year, while the suicide rates among children soar, and nobody seems to notice, just more calls for volunteers, as if the situation is expected to worsen, as it is, any wisdom out there, it does not appear so. Children more vulnerable to adult vices that ever before, copying what they see, have you ever seen a small one learn, how fast they cotton on, we all have, and what do we all say, that’s a smart child, they are all smart children, they don’t all learn at the same speed. As with wine, some get better as they get older, most in fact, provided they have the right start. There was a time when children were considered a Godsend, a blessing, more love to give, that was long ago. Now we have a list of explanations for the child and the role of the adult and society etc etc, and the rights of children

etc.. and hosts of other things, etc etc, all relating to the rearing and well-being of the child. A child just wants to be esteemed and loved, with a little encouragement they’ll work things out.

Solomon met a lot of big children lately, and the still had to recover from their childhood,

Voodoo Child

There has to be someway out of here, Jimi Hendrix, words written a long time ago, imagine the frightened child, here, there or in Aleppo. The joker cries, the thief inspired, I’ve seen the light he says. The mother groans, the small child is bleeding, the operation has been a success, the strange priest decree’s, she is safe she is safe, from what Jimi asked. Imagine, cutting young women and children in the name of God. Solomon was saying it, few in those parts were afraid to mention it, they are stronger, the women in fear, 200 million across the world and more, cut for no other reason, other than being the voodoo child. Jesus came to tell them to stop, none of that stuff was necessary, his father had no time for it. Reading about it in the news, he hoped Mrs Clinton would cross the winning line, even to lift the women in those far off places as well, amen.