Who Do You Recall…..

What dents the heart, who is that wakes you up, what is it that reminds, Solomon was reflecting; the fast life, goes by in a whir, like speeding down the motor way, it’s a blur, you see nothing but think your going places, all you have in mind, the journeys end, not the wave of experiences, it’s so easy to forget life, or what you are supposed to be. He read the story of the carbon footprint, the legacy of your life in pollution terms, what a concept, how about turning the argument around, the impact you made in other lives, much more soothing, and thought provoking, the report that gets you a pass where it counts, not a long list of the negatives.

She is a busy modern woman, has success on a plate, lets the children out, to be reared by others, same as many stuffed to the gills with success on their mind. Years later,she has a distant relationship with them, and wonders why. Solomon was in the temple, had thoughts of old friends on his mind. It wasn’t bad, there were great moments, he had a few he held tight to, and then he thought of the little pal, the child who saved the world, well, the boy assisted him, and humbled him with raw honesty, made more of an impact than most, had a working heart. Then he recalled the cynics, the leave it to others brigade, he could hardly remember anything about them, seriously. So there he was praying for them all, he hoped the cold hearted woke up, before it was too late. Those who love won all the awards in his book.

Gandhi

happy birthday Mr Gandhi, the guest is after arriving, and he has a present for the great man, a bowl of peace, just what i was seeking said the octogenarian, well, he is a little older but his spirit is still young, and he has been restless in the pursuit of a peaceful world, his guest, smiles. What do you want to ask me says the old man, who suddenly stops and apologizes for not offering his guest some tea on the veranda. He has traveled a long distance, to seek the wisdom of the peace activist. There is great concern in the world, so many areas of conflict, and the leaders in situ seem out of touch, the wise oracle is badly needed.

No sugar, i’m sweet enough says his guest. There is a tray of biscuits on the table, Mr Gandhi reaches for one and dips one into his tea, a habit i picked up from the english,  he smiles, as he dips it a second time, oops, he lets the biscuit linger and it all falls in. Going to the same place anyway he smiles patting his tummy.

Peace Mr Gandhi, how did you manage it. Mr Gandhi has a childlike smile, his face is radiant, how i got into this place you mean, waving his hands at the surrounds, a paradise of calm and beauty, bliss. His guest nods, no, it wasn’t that peace he was interested in, but how the world was going to mend itself, the threat of wars a daily event, tragedies a regular news item. How do we mend the situation Mr Gandhi, his guest repeats. Mr Gandhi is on his fourth biscuit, and successfully dunks it. Patience he sighs, patience he sighs, not meaning to be overheard. His guest writes in a notebook, patience first. And don’t over react, it achieves nothing adds Mr Gandhi, usually makes things worse, his guest writes more. Patience, don’t over react, his guest is trying to be patient, but Mr Gandhi has his eyes on the biscuits, there is only one left. Should he share it or eat it, and sharing Mr Gandhi says, it makes people thankful, his guest writes sharing into his notebook. The biscuits are gone, Mr Gandhi finally looks up, he smiles at his guest and says,

“so why did you come to visit me then, did you bring any cookies with you then?”

I was seeking wisdom says the guest, oh wisdom, why didn’t you ask me that at the beginning, answers Mr Gandhi, it’s very simple. Once you use the wisdom you have, you get second then third helpings of it, provided you make use of it, it’s the law of the talents. Mr Gandhi sighs, his face droops.

Anything wrong Sir asks the guest?. No biscuits left.

Power

Scheming politician, wants to get to the top, demon, knows he can use him, knows how to arrange the job, fills him with pride, gives him ideas that are not his, fills him with ego, even helps him to get high, spots the power people in the arena, those in society that have influence and are listened to.  Over eager church leader, wants to spread the news, is willing to use any means, uses the excuse of ancient wars, they died then so what about a little deceit now. Power Man of God, of real spirit, entertains all who believe, does not restrict himself to those of a particular faith, is the good Samaritan. Church leader complains, it’s a dinner party, the election is in the near future, anything i can help you with asks the politician, he intends to be in power for his entire life, know he needs the support of the Church Leader if he is to achieve it, the people are afraid of this man, he has spies in every neighborhood, do him a favour and he’ll repay you well, it’s one of his charms.

“We can’t allow him anymore success, he supports the others” The others are good believers, they just have a few differences when they are dictated to and when power is visibly abused, they are true followers of the words of Jesus, Samaritans.

Plans are made to undermine, the flow of the Holy Spirit is interfered with, the politician gets his way, the church leader gets his victim, dominance is the way forward, they have absolute power, amen.

Many years later, the politician and the church leader are on the floor, their power taken away, while the Spirit of the good Samaritan rises to the top again, fools are those who think they can usurp the power of God. Solomon was recalling real time events, and how the Great God levels the playing field. He noticed lately, how those of so called good standing had tried to plant insecurity into his life, when they should have been doing the opposite. There is a God of Heaven and Earth, something he could remind them of, with a few simple words, amen. Don’t covet power but seek wisdom instead, amen.