Self

‘Self’

Looked in the mirror, said to myself.

Self! one way or another we won’t be here much longer.

Flesh interjected I know, I’m going back to the ground for a make over.

Bones replied, I’m getting tired of the weight that is so easily besetting. It’s increasingly harder to stand upright. I’m going on where the dead in Christ shall rise. Good for you said Spirit. I’ll teach you how to bypass the law of sin that binds our soul.

Mind chimed in, excuse me please. May I say something? We don’t want to hear you, Flesh and replied furiously. We don’t want to hear your clever ideas in so many books of words. You are so exhaustingly clever. No I’m not I said to myself with a deceitful tone. I never had a chance because of enmity of the offsprings. Flesh grabbed its ears with both hands said, oh well there you go saying no good things. Can you please shout up. It’s getting hot in here.

There was an unusual quietness in the universe. But to the ears that hears a distant voice was getting louder and louder in the distance. My soul wants to be freeeee, the creature cried. Louder and louder it got like an approaching train that rumbled pass and came to a screeching halt the end of a century.

All aboard! said the conductor stepping from the train into a foggy morning view.

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‘The Voice of one’

Crying in the wilderness was said of John the Baptist. Today it is the voice of the Holy Spirit like one calling all aboard, so to speak. My understanding is enlightened by the voice in my spirit.

Tarry here my lords until Father sends the Spirit of Truth. So they did tarry in the upper room worshiping on the day of Pentecost. With tongues of fire every language was represented. Like a mighty rushing wind the voice of the Spirit spoked.

The baptism of John was upgraded in love with the touching on of hands. Not suddenly as in the shaking of hands by agreement but by praying and caring for the works of Christ. We cast our bread on many oceans. Like the casting of an earthen vessel made of clay. Who knows who will stick.

Imagine if you will? The work that only you as a mother, father, son or a daughter provides in the family. So it is with the work of the Holy Spirit to the families of God. Sent to give comfort and understanding in the Word of God. Imagine not being able to fulfill your obligations to your family. Especially the obligations of a husband and wife to each other and to their children.

‘Like a mystery novel the book reads and a story relates to our mind, body and soul. Each one teach one. That’s the matter of today. Love came down to man. To show us the way.’

All aboard! The conductor yelled the final call. Then with a hist a chify-chif-chif the train disappears into the cloudy future.

Fast forward the year 2022. A subway train in a metropolitan city with people of every nation huddling up together on a subway train. No one spoke or looked at each other between stations. In silence they swayed and rocked to the guided tracks.

The station was deathly quiet except for the sound of stepping feet and the chattering of many voices in the distance. I heard them repeating, give me first class, one way to the year twenty thirty-five in the no touching section. And so it is the future rides without the Holy Spirit and the touching of hands. The conductor yelled as she turned her skeleton head all aboard!! Next stop 2050.

Gairey

Thanks Everyone especially for your time spent reading my page.

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