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I woke up one day

I woke up one day

I woke up one day and they were gone

The pop stars and rock stars and political bodies 

The styles of cars, and terminated oddities

                          …

I woke up one day after many wake-ups

And drew a line under the hoodies

And crudities – no longer in fashion

                          …

I observed how it all changed

Itemising the things that were no longer arranged

In that popular manner

They even use different grammar

                          …

I woke up another day and remembered the names:

The Presley’s and Lennon’s and Crosby’s and Connery’s

The Bolan’s and Cagney’s and names I’ve forgotten

                          …

I couldn’t see them in the present day

Their vapours had appeared and

Disappeared another way

                          …

I saw in their absence the crushing line of years

Years bumping up together –

At least – that’s how it appeared

                          …

I sneered –

I couldn’t bring them back except on celluloid

I couldn’t stop reminiscing – and concluding

Preparation is impossible to avoid

In light of the facts of corruptible flesh –

                          …

All singing and dancing their candle was lit –

If you think that’s all that matters –

You’re not getting it

                          …

But they represented earlier life – when energy

Aplenty was mis-spent in youth

Grabbing for straws we all together

Went at things – hell-for-leather

                          …

Time was wasted

But it’s hard to duck and dodge

It being so

For answers – we didn’t know where to go

                          …

As I was drifting into retro-reminiscing

Concluding there’s nothing new under the sun

I remembered it was all about having fun

                          …

But I woke up (as I was telling you a moment ago)

To find another name added to the roll call

At the Oscar Dinner, Show or Ball (?)

                          …

People – all those – we all know

Who represent passing time

There are times when I can be – feeling it so…

                         …

I woke up one day and found a mirror

I saw a man there – who was waiting his turn

I hadn’t realised he had grown old

And was supposed to feel it

I didn’t know – ‘cause I was never told

                          …

What am I supposed to do?

I can’t stop the train

Heading for the end of the line

The buffer stops and the buck stops here

Before The Creator – I must appear

                         …

Meantime back at the ranch or lunch

My mind wanders to a pier

A saying – batted about – yesteryear

‘Take a long walk – along a short pier’

                          …

This and similar quips come to mind

“Is he in?” We used to ask

“Who?” Was the scripted reply

“Mr. Norwood”

                          …

No one knew Mr. Norwood –

He had passed away

Looking in the mirror one day

To find he was ‘out of time’

(‘My sweet old fashioned baby…’)

                          …

I looked in a book one day

I found it again

Glancing through – romancing through

I saw faces long gone

Who wore those faces of youth

Just like mine

                          …

I compare the photos in collage

Fresh looking young man I was

Peering curiously at the world

                          …

As the quiet man in the background

I strolled passed everything

Observing – surprising – amounts of forms

“How’s the form?” Greeters would ask

                          …

Greeters long gone

Many and varied deaths they had

The ‘around the corner’ alcoholic

His name was John

                          …

He passed away

A friend of my brother’s

I didn’t know

I knew him one night in a bar – drunk or so

I was with a girl – she wanted to go

                          …

Deal out the memories like a pack of cards

Go on – put them out there – spread across the floor

The floor of your mind

And think to yourself – of all who have gone

They represent your journey – your encounters

With the strange – the normal –

And those above the norm

                          …

Wake up some day and realise it won’t be long

Before we join them beyond outer space

The end we must face

If I tell you the great sequel

You will think me – too strait-laced

                          …

Every generation must face these things

What do you bring to the table?

Your ideas are not enough

Because only enough is enough

                          …

Things – will – are – and – will still –

get rough

And if you don’t find answers that’s tough

                          …

Today I woke up and banged the keys

Today I woke up with a sneeze

Finishing off now – I must go…

                          …

Go home to that photo album

You possess

And have another look

That’s your family – friends –

And acquaintances that mark time for you

                          …

What age are you now?

There’s no need to say

You look around to answer but…

                          …

I’m on my way

Diverse

DIVERSE

I sometimes marvel, (the older I get – the more it is so), at how diverse the human race is.

Better reach for the dictionary here to clarify in which way I mean ‘diverse’:

Dict.: showing a great deal of variety; very different:

This can be a blessing, or one in disguise, or divisive, or a cause for conflict or violence.

DRAGON’S DEN TV SHOW (English version)

Someone like ‘a Dragon’, loves folks to come across with confidence, with a track record of making money, they don’t like sloppiness, or uncertainty, want pitch-perfect people, and people who are going to make them a lot of money.

They like clear answers to their questions. But don’t always like the answers, if the answers don’t re-enforce their way of thinking.

Suddenly they like your suit, when it is established, that you will make them money. Otherwise you have a rubbish tailor.

Head rules heart – sympathy gives way to cold reasoning and hard facts. 

And of course we somewhat concede to them (The Dragons) in the context of the programme, as their experience in business teaches them to consider angles perhaps, (and indeed it is the case with many of the ‘pitchers’), that others have missed – something important in their business strategies.

But mixed into the Dragon’s business-like voiced-responses there is a spattering of personal everyday-life ‘revelations’.

Sometimes the ‘asides’ are whimsical and nothing to do with business, but expose simply their personal tastes.

And of course we think some of their rudeness is totally uncalled for, and includes bullying.

But if you ever wanted a programme demonstrating a sampling of the diversity of personalities, well this is it.

Human nature, expressing the heart of mankind can be observed in the Den. Yes in the context of earning a living, but with a spattering of non-related subject matter, as we get glimpses into their lives, both Dragons and those pitching.

…For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks… (Matthew 12/34)

What I notice to my chagrin sometimes in life in general, is the things that impress some folks.

(Enter – my responses of incredulity) – at the diversity of that which impresses others.

As a Christian I have a built-in morality check, it is called having a conscience.

This means the behaviour of others either impresses me or doesn’t. (My conscience tells me when my own behaviour is not impressive!)

If you examine what impresses others and what receives the accolades of the crowd, you will find that it often is morally reprehensible.

In the admiration of Hitler, back in the day, I would suggest we have an example of that which did impress others, but did not include moral considerations.

And morality can easily be left out of the list of requirements that elicit admiration.

There you have it – without further development. What impresses you? What impresses me? What impresses society?

The things that impress the younger generation usually differ from that which impresses the older.

A lot of this is to be expected, and has always been the case.

My father, when I was enthusiastically responding to pop stars and their sound, would utter these words: “Let ‘em up – you’ve given him enough’!’ By so exclaiming – he was linking the noise they were making (musically), to the noise someone would make whilst being beaten up.

It’s laughable now – but there are far more serious differences that expose the moral decline of both younger and older, that have been embraced, by our world.

A lot of it, is put down to eclecticism – live and let live.

But being convinced of a better way only comes to those who begin with a felt need.

Followed by an examination of big issues, beginning with those in their own hearts. An honest appraisal of what is happening in this world is called for. As we say ‘it’s as plane as the nose on your face’ that something is terribly amiss. And diversity or no diversity, we must seek the permanent answers God has provided.

Should you never cross the door of a Christian church – you nevertheless must be translated into another kingdom now, on the earth, that’s what God is saying to whoever will listen.

Seeking God is prayer-initiated. Speaking to Christians, God says this:

Colossians 1:13

Who has delivered us from the power of darkness, and has translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son:

Paul tells us – it’s already done (= has translated) – for all who have been converted.

New King James Bible:

13 He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love,

Conveyed or translated – this is a spiritual experience that God brings to those who will believe.

The kingdom of God is Jesus in the heart of those who will believe, as The Holy Spirit enters their life.

We can be as diverse/different as chalk and cheese in our likes and dislikes and preferences – but there is one piece of dogma about Jesus Christ, that applies to all –

Acts 4/

Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

…Teejus…

Life Gets Teejus Don’t It? 2021

We can be going through our daily routine. We can be catching that train, eating that lunch, doing those household chores, visiting ‘the club’, having coffee with that same old friend, doing our daily exercise-walk, and going to church on Sunday etc.

Whatever it is for you. Whatever entails the same mindsets. You can do it with much or little thought, perhaps on ‘automatic pilot’. So that at night the thought crosses your mind: ‘Did I do my exercising-walk today? Or was that yesterday?’. Showing – that you were on ‘automatic pilot’ when you did it.

Routine, routine routine.

The old lyric goes:

‘I open the door an’ the flies swarm in.

I shut the door an’ I’m sweatin’ again.

I move too fast an’ I crack my shin.

Just one durn thing after t’other.

As far as I know the title of the song is Life Gets Teejus Don’t It? (One assumes tedious?)

I look back on tremendous ‘lived moments’ with The Lord Jesus Christ – my personal Saviour. Is He yours?

Personal. Personal moments daily. Some I can look back on were very powerful. Tangible unmistakable moments of unspeakable joy! When Jesus manifested Himself to me. I am very very thankful for those personal moments, with the lover of my soul.

Then there are the quiet moments that come like a momentary gentle breeze brushing my inner man.

Glimpses – yes glimpses only – into the eternal realm.

And now we have what is coming upon the earth – in contrast.

Times of shaking, times of sorrows increasing in this world of ours, moral decline left right and centre, people dropping like flies and yet man still doesn’t ask the important questions.

Then there is Covid. And the isolation of the population. Then there is coming out and back to semi-normal. Then there is getting back to routines.

Then there is ‘Life Gets Teejus Don’t It?’.

Yes – that which is common to man – we have a routine life to live – that involves responsibility for family and friends. Responsibility to do the best we can.

Times for the Christian to remind him/herself of the wonderful things of God, even during times of no ‘open vision’.

Time in a nutshell to embrace the great truth:

Matthew 4/

Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”

Time to eat drink and live the Word of The Living God. The most precious treasure in all the earth!

It is never routine reading.

Watcha gonna find?

Sparse or crowded?

SPARCE OR CROWDED?

Well aware that this is an over-simplistic indulgence. It is possible to fit an artist/painter into one of two categories:

The two categories are –

The minimal

And the crowded.

Regardless of their manifesto or school of thought. Regardless of their place on the scale from Photo-realism to abstraction.

Artist’s images are full to capacity and overflowing, or sparse, usually clean and minimal in content.

Have I traced this tendency to be true? Some artists will add and add and add to the image birthed by their brush. Others will study and study and study (studiously consider I mean), before placing any marks at all.

Some must invent. Some must record. The inventors must keep moving the brush and responding to what they have already produced – i.e. the marks they have already made.

The recorders must try each time they start a piece of work – to render it more accurately, ‘realistically’, naturalistically, and so on, – than last time.

Whatever (as they say) floats your boat.

It might be right to say that the ‘man in the street’ normally favours something he doesn’t have to think about – something that is plain to be seen – something that ‘reproduces’ reality.

But of course a painting or photograph can’t reproduce reality. It only imitates it. Three dimensionality (the actual world), will never become two dimensional, (the world of the flat surface).

This is a well worn debate.

The ‘non arty’ person (whatever that means?) –  favours the skill demonstrated in the imitational reproducing of reality – this person favours the recorder-type artist. Whilst usually dismissing the imaginative one – usually with the words ‘I don’t understand this…’

But of course no one can give the exact ‘numbers’ – the percentage preferences of taste in art appreciation, present in the public’s eye.

As there may well be as many folks who love imaginative non-figurative art now, as there are – those who favour the figurative.

Like what you like – be yourself

The sausage tester (‘ancient’ – Photoshop 4) – by KR

Pelting

PELTING

The rain was pelting down

Rotten fruit pelted at the performer

The hail was pelting down

As he stood at the corner

                     …

The pelting life can be ‘receive’ or ‘throw’

[What life will throw at you 

You just don’t know]

Soaked through or – aim – fire – go

A pelted man ready to fall

Held up by the stocks like a doll

                      …

He pelts his radiant defiant smile

At those who are active-pelting

A sarcastic grin – that says you can’t win

I’m here ’til you stop – I will not drop

                      …

All pelting must cease and a

new word for pelting must be found –

all pelting must go underground

Another Coffee

ANOTHER COFFEE

Over and across from the coffee shop

was a coffee shop

What a strange idea she got – in her head

To leave one coffee shop

And cross-over to the other

With hardly a time gap between

                       …

But – she did it

To her own surprise – she did it

“What kind of nonsense is this” she thought

Ordering a Latte but not in a tall glass

She never liked tall glasses

                       …

Whilst collecting her drink

She glanced round the room

As though the room could speak

And tell her why on earth

She had gone for another

coffee elsewhere?

                       …

So finding a space in the busy place

She sat staring straight ahead

Hardly even wanting the coffee

Just at this point…” she thought

In this story…” she thought

“Something should justify this move”

                       …

But instead the traffic noise outside

Drowned her in her own thoughts

She struggled through her drink

Not knowing what to think

Grandmother II

GRANDMOTHER II (Maternal)

My maternal grandmother, was small(-ish) in stature.

I had more ‘awareness’ of this pleasant lady who outlived my paternal grandmother by nine years.

She lived with my mother’s sister and her husband. The sister was a very pleasant lady also, (just like her mother).

I marvel that the 1970’s saw the demise of at least eight of my relatives.

I can’t say that I spent ‘enormous’ amounts of time with them. Certainly less when I reached my teen’ years. Too busy exploring this world’s offerings of alcohol, discos, girls, and holidays etc., until I met The Person of Jesus the Christ.

My grandmother would visit our home, and one thing I do remember was ‘the password’.

Yes ‘the password’.

As I entered our living room, my grandmother, sitting next to the door, would utter these words, in the form of a question:

“What’s the password?” Intimating that I could not enter unless I verbalised this ‘password’.

She removed my blank look of ignorance, by whispering the said password into my ear, so that I could verbalise it loud and clear, for the rest of the family to hear.

“Up Churchill!” I would exclaim.

“You may enter” was her response.

‘Up Churchill’ was a leftover from the second world war years, and typified her somewhat tongue-in-cheek political persuasion.

Memories of this grandmother although a little vague, similarly take the form of mind’s eye pictures of her wearing her 1940’s long dress attire (still wearing it in the sixties era) She was also quite ‘attached’ to her hat, the kind that has a hat ‘pin’.

(I can picture her also, just as I can – my paternal gran.)

What a person is – usually stays with us.

One could almost say a person’s essence remains after departure, as in the impression they made on us, – their personality etc. 

Of course such expressions (i.e. ‘essence’), are open to all kinds of mis-interpretations. So in referring to this, I make no reference to new age philosophy, which is replete with esoteric or ethereal error.

I do remember seeing her once, during her final illness that led to her demise.

She had a (returning) child-like quality and I remember being left with the impression that ‘this wasn’t my granny’. Something was different and I couldn’t quite grasp what.

Things were kept from me as the junior in my whole family connection, even though I was twenty-one at the time of her departure!

So I had no real realisation of her mental state.

Her husband, my grandfather, died when I was about two years of age. I have a picture of myself in his arms, in a local park.

So a ‘granda’ experience was a limited event for me, whilst growing up. One grandfather I never knew.

The other – only as a two-year-old (short lived indeed).

Generations come and generations go. Mentalities change for the better and for the worse.

My maternal grandfather was always addressed as ‘Pa’, by the family members.

His actual name was Kirkwood, Kirky for short. He worked like the majority of men during that era, at the Belfast Shipyard.

I am ill-equipped to try to do a Wikipedia for you on the shipyard’s history.

There is no shortage of such historical info on the net, I would imagine.

But the shipyard, also referred to as Harland and Wolff’s, was at one point the biggest shipyard in the world. The famous Titanic being built there. 

That whole industry has all but ceased to exist in Belfast.

My grandfather bought a new watch, (so the story goes), and he happened to show it to one of his fellow workmen, who thought it was very nice.

Five minutes later another workman happened to pass by. “D’yi have the time Kirky?” He asked.

“Yes it’s 3.15” my grandfather replied.

Ten minutes passed and yet another friend asked the same question. And Pa dutifully replied, giving him the time of day.

Twelve minutes later another fellow workman wanted to know the time of day.

And so it went on. It took ‘Kirky’, quite some time to realise that he had been ‘set up’ and his colleagues were ‘pulling his leg’ as we say. Or in modern parlance: ‘winding** him up’.

Such a term** especially relevant to this particular round of ‘timepiece’ banter.

The story is also told of how one of his daughters (my aunt), planning a cycle ride meet-up with a boy, was about to leave the house in shorts.

She came under Pa’s scrutinising rebuke and was told to change into something ‘decent’ immediately.

So she dutifully responded, meeting up with a boy a few blocks away, whereupon she removed her skirt, revealing the cycle pants intact, and they cycled-off together ‘into the sunset’.

Pa held amateur talent nights in various halls. My mother played the piano (by ear as they say), and tap-danced along with her sisters.

Well into her seventies, she still was able to show ‘the moves’ that made up her style of tap dancing.

Jane, my grandmother had three girls and one boy.

All of that generation is gone. I lost my last remaining aunt a few years ago.

I was not privy to exactly where my grandmother stood concerning the things of God.

I think of all the things I would like to have asked my grandparents.

When we are younger the big questions, the important questions, are often ignored, and would not be on the lips of grandchildren.

Paradoxically however kids often stop us in our tracks with astute observations/considerations: e.g. What does God look like?

In fact let me quote a few statements of childlikeness that propel us into necessary considerations about life.

Deceptively deep, they were expressed in prayer-letters such as –

“Dear  God, did you think up hugging? That is a good thing.”

“Dear God, count me in”

“Why did you make the sky blue and the grass green. Is that the only colours you got?”

“Dear God why do I have to pray when you know anyway what I want? But I’ll do it if it makes you feel better.”

[Children’s letters to God compiled by E. Marshall and /S. Hample]

My grandparents generation were certainly of high survival calibre – knowing what it was to ‘make-do’ with little.

At worst they had restrictive unnecessary rules, – what we would term legalism. At best they stood for moral principles, our world today is ignoring, as it falls apart at the seams.

Put away…

PUT AWAY

Much as I could do

 – I won’t complain

If I was to complain that would be 

 – getting into the blame game

Much as I obviously disagree

 – it makes no difference

 – ‘Tween you and me

Oh by the way

 – I like your ashtray

It’s the first time in my life

 – to like an ashtray

It’s all that goes with it

 – that sends me away

 – Into a spiral of disgust

                  …

I’ve never liked that poison

Since I had to breath it in

                  …

Parenthetically –

[During the shifting sands

The sinking sands

Of popular opinion

Versus what the experts did say

Until one day

The world woke up and

put the cigarettes away…]

FARCE – QUESTION…?

FARCE – QUESTION…?

We interrupt this program to ask a question:

Can anyone tell me if it is possible to set your WordPress account up so that it automatically likes every post you receive notification about, from a given blogger?

So that someone who never reads your posts – has it rigged so that he automatically hits your LIKE button?

If so what a farce. 🥸

Outside of it

OUTSIDE OF IT

And if I was in the way of all fleshly culture

Accolades would come and offer themselves

I see through the mist of words coming my way

And look to the heart of the wordsmith supply

The mouth and the pen speaking the abundance of the heart

                             …

And they have their own secular priests in poetry’s halls of fame

And they applaud and visit the award ceremonies

And give them their time of day

And exult in their devises and words – great and swelling

And hanging on every word – they like their controversy

                            …

All give appearances of humility and ‘I don’t know’

But all think they do – in some held mystery

Best piano performers – as they press the keys of words

Their daily practice others perceive is a place too high

For mere mortal men – they miss how the ‘magicians’ do it

                             …

On the pedestal of applause they must get their fix

Who is in it for the money and the fame?

                             …

Yet words – as far as words go –

Oft find some harmony and balance

As the poets scratch their lines in the sands of time

I wonder at – all this jiving around – 

                              …

For selling the soul – all is offered

In prison [through time and shackles worn]

Adulation or the promise of exclusivity and

Man’s empty praise

                             …

But I can only be an observer

When I take the time to look

A sideways glance at the vying for position

I am not a friend of this world

And need not their kingly throne

                            …

So says the man who wants to write a poem

So says the man

who hasn’t completely thought this through

Neutral zone?

Neutral zone?

This lockdown experience can ‘slow-torture’ our lives into neutral zone.

Neutral zone as in shelving all our endeavours into ‘suspended animation’.

That could sound slightly peppered with the idea of despair. (?)

If we take our example from one of the fathers of the faith it’s a case of – far from it!

Paul the apostle gives us insight into his humanity, but also his triumphal experience as a born again Christian, coming as it does through faith.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. 8 We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed; 10 Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

He tells us of trouble and perplexity but without despair.

So a 24/7 joyous trouble-less high is not what being a Christian entails.

It does of course firstly entail matters of life or death before it is a whole pile of other things.

‘Where and how shall I spend eternity?’ Is usually a foundational question when examining the Christian faith.

No despair, Paul the apostle indicates in the above verses.

Reason? Because we are never forsaken. 

It is the unforsaken-ness that gives the Christian the strength and sustaining solace they need regardless of the situation, they might find themselves in. God is with us (Emmanuel) always, even to the end and further.

However I must admit to a certain neutral dwelling zone that I can drift in and out of. What about you? 

I examine this – in order to come to fresh conclusions.

Conclusions that will spur me on to lay hold, more firmly, upon eternal life again.

I Timothy 6/12

Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life…

Disillusionment knocks at the door, in light of the chaos abroad.

With no immediate change, or with prolonged sameness, can come disillusionment.

But there is no disillusionment when it comes to the things of God, they are constant.

As the old hymn says: “All may change but Jesus never – Glory to His name!”

Shaking off disillusionment, like Paul did – with the serpent into the fire. (Acts 28/4-6)

Nevertheless I must admit to missing, gathering with, God’s people and lifting the roof in praise. And I mean really lifting the roof!

As far as I am concerned all the clever-most technology will never substitute for human beings – being together ‘in the flesh’, but the great thing and advantage Christians have is being together ‘in the Spirit’.

If that was not the case, being in the flesh as in gathering physically together, would be of little consequence.

What a blessing to be both together in each others company and to worship in ‘spirit and truth’ at the same time.

Meantime, we’ve been doing Zoom. We edify and exhort one another. I’m sure you too are tapping into some online expression of church life?

Depending on the changing shifts of covid-safe rules, we can gather together as church, in a limited way.

In all of this invisible attack (virus), on our world – the question that is exchanged between non-Christian and Christian persons alike, is: ‘What is this achieving – why is it happening – what’s the cause, what’s the point etc.?’ Or something similarly expressed.

What ‘it’ (the pandemic) is supposed to do – as with all trials and tribulations we encounter as human beings – is to cause us to fall on God.

Luke 20/

18 Everyone who falls on that stone will be broken and shattered in pieces; and on whomever it falls, it will crush him.”

There is a brokenness that accompanies humility where the failures of our own efforts and the empathetic hand of God meet, as we fall at His feet in prayer. Falling ON the Rock Christ Jesus. There is coming a terrible day when the Rock Christ Jesus will fall ON all ungodliness.

But many do not recognise The Rock upon which we must fall.

Romans 9/33

As it is written and forever remains written, “Behold I am laying in Zion a Stone of stumbling and a Rock of offence; And he who believes in Him [whoever adheres to, trusts in, and relies on Him] will not be disappointed [in his expectations].”

One of the ways the God of the Bible is a stumbling stone to many is – expressed in the old chestnut: “Why does God allow these things?” (Pandemics)

So they stumble in unbelief (through skewed reasoning).

Whereas whoever trusts in Christ will not be disappointed now and in the long term, especially in the long term.

The way of Christ is in total contradistinction to the other spirit that dominates human beings. He hates anything to do with Christ. He is the antichrist spirit.

Christ is a rock of offence to him, and to those opposed to the gospel.

But he who believes in Jesus Christ the Son of God, will not be disappointed with Him.

Like everyone else I am disappointed in how things are in this world at the moment. An understatement don’t you think?

But I am not disappointed with Christ.

But here is my abrupt end to this post – Christian out there, what is God saying to us? 

How does He want us to respond to this pandemic and the state of affairs we find ourselves in?

One thing is for sure our God-dependancy increases with the weakening effect and lack of answers this pandemic has produced.

Who out there will turn to Christ in acknowledgement of how inadequate we still are in the 21st century?

Does this virus not clearly expose the weakness of mankind, and knock him off any self-satisfied or ‘smugness perch’?

Our need of God is self-evident, brought home by things such as this pandemic.

Nevertheless mankind will continue to look for answers through his own ingenuity – until the next humbling event hits the earth.

Give me ingenuity for vaccine finding – but with the big big plus – of welcoming individually, the Presence and Person of Christ in this lost and dying world.

Seedsinmotion

SEEDSINMOTION

The name of this blog – seedsinmotion – truth – n – art, summed up the way I wished to go in blogging.

I wanted to share the teachings of God’s Word and at the same time, remind us to embrace and enjoy life as it has been given.

Embrace it, for example, through enjoyment of art and writing.

False religion might suggest something different. In former times, visual art seemingly was rejected by some religious folks arresting the scripture that says:

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.

Taking it out of context and failing to read the verse before it:

Thou shalt have no other gods before me.

Art is not here to be worshipped but certainly enjoyed.

The fact that mankind was created in our Creator’s image suggests to me that mankind should prioritise being creative. Expressing creativeness in various ways, whether in how they lay out their garden, decorate a room, sculpt, or paint etc.

A creative approach to life should be perpetually engaged in.

All without bowing down before any of it – and reserving worship to that same creator, maker of the heavens and the earth.

Let’s make things.

I initially in this blog, almost daily exposed my paintings to ‘the world’. It’s almost two years since I stopped posting my work, in such a prolific way.

Thereafter ‘Likes’ soon diminished, when I stopped. After all it’s easy to view a piece of art rather than patiently explore a written post.

My walk with God is the most important thing in my life. How could it be otherwise?After all…

For what is your life? It is even a vapour that appears for a little time and then vanishes away…(James 4/14)

…away into the arms of a Loving Saviour, if you are a friend of His.

This is how Stephen – a ‘vapour’ like the rest of us, left his body:

Acts 7/29

And they stoned Stephen as he was calling on God and saying, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

God loves us so much – He so loved the world that He gave…. (Jn. 3/16)

God wants us to look into His personality and nature, and has provided The Word of God – to make that possible.

This brings me to another part of my seedsinmotion blog: TRUTH.

Increasingly TRUTH is an illusive ‘commodity’ in these days.

There has never been so much manifest confusion, in my lifetime.

How difficult it is to hear the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

It seems almost impossible to find it in the words of men. ‘Fake’ has almost replaced real.

Pilate stood before The Christ and asked the question: What is truth?

Pilate said to Him, “What is truth?” And when he had said this, he went out again to the Jews, and said to them, “I find no fault in Him at all…”

Standing before Pilate was the Personification of all truth and he (Pilate) couldn’t see it, he didn’t know it.

And he didn’t find the answer to his question. He did not find the truth, just like many thousands, as we speak.

So this exposes man’s dilemma. There is a blindness that is upon the minds of men. And the blind try to lead the blind – but all fall into the ditch of error and lies.

In this day and age – the biggest carriers of confusion seems to be the politicians on the big world stage.

They can’t agree on what the truth is.

There is so much inconclusive debate going on. There is so much that seems to be the truth, but with insufficient evidence to confirm it.

Indisputable evidence is often a slow train coming.

Meantime, failing to see their own inbuilt bias – many fail to see it is from their inbuilt-bias-held-views – that cause them to fall down on a particular opinion and to conclude it is true.

Even though it should not leave (as yet) the place of mere possibility or suspicion.

A man is innocent until proven guilty.

How about applying that rule to truth seeking?

Truth should be sought still – before randomly attaching the truth label to an unsubstantiated opinion.

It’s easy to conclude something as true for all kinds of reasons often because it feeds into and suits our pre-conceptions, or because it suits us to say it is true, even though it isn’t.

In emotional fervour it is easy to jump to the wrong conclusions.

Many, thinking ‘it’ to be the truth – actually believe a lie.

Christian truth overflows the Bible. I trust it because it is God’s Truth and it makes us free.

It is the only thing on earth to be trusted completely, more than any other writings or any other person.

So I write my seeds of truth.

But also poetry, which can be fictitious, observational, or whatever, and because it is fiction – well, that’s the only time it doesn’t have to be true, in the strictest sense, – is it not?

Maybe each piece of poetry, needs an explanatory proviso, or do we all know, fiction can be true or false?

Fiction can be make believe, and is acceptable, because the author is not trying to deceive us in the real world?

True art is simply an individuals self-expression, i.e. true to themselves. That’s enough for it to be genuine (another idea of true), without plagiarism, but, in my opinion, not necessarily communicative of a given truth, or absolute truth.

Seeds of biblical truth, truth spoken in love, and art – painted, written and spoken poetically, that’s my ‘manifesto’.