Silencing the Doubters…

What will I say, how will I defend myself, what are the options, the young apostle is asking the question many have on their minds, they are being sent out, he wonders what the support package includes, this is a risk filled world, they have traps baited, and they expect the new recruits to fail. The master answers, I will send you the Holy Spirit, He will give you all the answers, and if that doesn’t convince them, I will remove the obstacles, you just have to believe.  The usual suspects laugh as they see the line of believers, there is a rather cynical attitude prevailing in the minds of those who have controlled the scene for a long time. They have used every trick in the book, to undermine the confidence and faith of the believers. spied, tried to harm emotionally, searched histories, did their worst, the repeating signs in the heavens, have made them wary, this one seems better prepared, they are tentative. they use those at the bottom of their pile to taunt and annoy, they even make promises to family.

Young Slim, is in bed, it’s the night before the big day, when he will set out, the next pioneer, the little turtle trying to get to the life giving water before being eaten. The vultures wait, waiting for him to appear, easy pickings, once he is out of the shelter he is ours. Ever see one of those Clint Eastwood movies, well, just imagine yourself in it. Remember the residents of Nazareth, wasn’t he the carpenter’s son,  how could he be any good, a Son of God, give us a break, they spit on the ground, waiting to undermine. Well, the turtle got to the water, David toppled Goliath, and all the old empires ended in the dust, and now, two thousand years later, the changes going on, are overwhelming many, and they all point to what was written in the past.

Solomon smiled, What is Spirit, and why do those in situ spend most of their time trying to undo it, while trying to maintain their own, isn’t that very narcistic, as if they thought the change would never come. Silence the doubters prayed Solomon, the Spirit crises out, amen.

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Don’t talk to Strangers

Good parental advice, the world is full of deviants, now follow my advice, don’t talk to strangers, the four year old’s are listening, why asks one child, a little more spirited than the others, well, the teacher has a check list, well, they might kidnap you, steal you away and bury you in a forest, steal all your Christmas presents, and… The child is smart, wonders what is in the head of the teacher, paranoia.

Child tells himself, it doesn’t make sense, is everyone really going to kidnap him. Who pollutes the mind he wonders. His friends share their stuff online, weird he thinks. His older brother and sister are always talking to stranger’s online, and no one has kidnapped them yet. paranoia.

Prop them up with fear, well, can you really get away with slapping your child mentally everyday, there is bound to be a reaction sooner or later, children are not stupid. How silly of you, says the head of school, did you not hear of the boy who was grabbed off the street, he was never heard of again, terror.

Feeding the fear, and paying for it later, Solomon sighed, they said the same of Jesus, all those years ago, he was considered a danger to society all those years ago, by society and it’s rulers, an upstart with opinions who challenged them all. Don’t talk to strangers, engage with like minds instead, Solomon sighed, the ghetto mentality has proved worthless, created borders, fired all sorts of hatred, encouraged bias, fueled envy, no.

Enlightenment, amen.

The Answers

Imagine it, the great loss, the teary eyes, the sadness, what more, life can be disappointing, and you have had another reminder, your a child. The cross is on the hill, the hopes are gone and dead, there goes the great plan. Then the news, is it true, a call from the a friend, the expression in the doctors eyes, he is not dead, the cancer is gone, she has been found, families reunited, when all is lost God is strongest, you just have to keep your faith. As the ancient words state, you will be put to the test, there is no other way, amen. What’s eternal lasts for ever.

Under Pressure…

Homework, ambition, the dreams, the eyes set on the future, the plight of the animals, the stress of the oceans, going to do something about it, attentive in class, listens, has a plan, and wants to get on, typical young girl, has ears, can see listen and remember, doesn’t understand the world, is still growing, will turn into responsible lover of all that is good, provided she escapes, the lures, the temptations, the various distractions. Her parents try to shield her, she has potential, her teachers applaud her, one of a kind they say. Special provisions taken, kept out of harms way, hasn’t full access to the world, too young to understand it anyway, they don’t want her thrown out of the nes

t till she can fly, and fend for herself, otherwise they’d be, delinquent, her minders.

Not an untypical scenario, the emotional child, a bit deflated, having a difficult time, the pressure, knows he has the talent, has made them all shine around him, but it’s a busy world, the friends, come on johnny, have a look at this, come on, he knows he shouldn’t, has no interest, but one day, when he is less resilient, he might venture in, the lure, this will take the pain away, he notices, the others are all laughing, why shouldn’t he, the needle, and they smoke it too, well, when he is under pressure and unsure, the herd usually gets it’s way.

Solomon sighed, the signs above, the reality of divine assistance, it came with a certain responsibility, well, he had no doubts, that life was a gift, how do we use it, young Mary, can’t be sheltered all her life, and those other young souls, how are they supposed to avoid those traps; a new mindset was required .When your hurt, you think a little faster, amen.

Hawaii

The volcano, 101 years since the passing of their last queen, the locals watch from afar, we can live with the lava but we can’t live if we are poor, Solomon sighed, saw the cattle in the huge pens, being fed till they reach the weight, then to the abbertoir they go, made him wonder, were we all disposable, as far as money matters, we are.

The signs in the sky, the clouds, the re curring events, the pressure on the heart, the stress of so many, something had to give. Hawaii, was the volcano just the start. Amen

The Bridge Builder

It’s difficult agreeing, the rhetoric is correct, it’s the right thing to do, the argument makes sense, it only takes one final step, saying it. The time gets near, the fear rises, the hidden truth, those things you are hiding, come to the surface, the way all truth does. As they listen, the words make impact, where did it come from. From all the groups, the heads look down, he mentions the treatment of women, across all the divides, it’s the one cause they have all failed in, equality and respect. In our faults we find a common cause, so where is the bridge builder, who is going to patch the quilt, stick it back together again.

As the groups retreat to discuss the issue, the old arguments come to the fore. He said that Men and Women were equal. There were prophets too, who warned, that men would never be satisfied with one. Some try to address the issue, those that can’t forgive, gladly remind others of their so called faults, hatred has far too many friends.

Solomon was surmising, the signs were coming faster than snow in a blizzard. It was time to encourage all those making the effort for change, rather than reminding them of their faults. In parts of the world, it was dangerous, to even think change. So Solomon prayed, Help them lord, and curb the extremism that is a poison everywhere. Building bridges, he smiled at his friend, he didn’t say much, but he listened. Perhaps he was a King.

Amen.

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.