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 replied furiously. We don’t want to hear your clever ideas in so many books of words. So exhausting. No I’m not, I said to myself with a deceitful tone of voice. I never had a chance because of the enmity of my offsprings. Flesh grabbed its ears with both hands m, 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 closer. My soul wants to be freeeee, the creature cried. Louder and louder it got like an approaching train rumbling to a screeching halt the end of a century.
All aboard! said the conductor stepping from the train into a foggy morning view. Rubbing my dreaming eyes stretching my bones I awoke from sleeping.
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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 to love by 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 touch. Casting bread on many waters. 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.
T’was the year 2022. People of every nation huddling together. No one spoke or looked at each other masked covered face.
It was deathly quiet except for the sound of foot steps shuffling six feet apart and the chattering of fake news . I heard them repeating, give me first class, one way to the year twenty thirty-five in vertical reality. And so the future rides without the Holy Spirit or the touching of our hands. The conductor yelled, all aboard as the skeletal body turned, Next stop 2050.
Gairey
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