God? You there? It’s just me again. I was wondering if, maybe, we could chat a bit?
You know that this year, 2018, is just about spent. Soon 2019 will be kick starting. Hopefully, it’ll start without too much of a backfire. A great belch that would be appropriate, I guess, with the parties and such happening.
But, what’s there to look forward to? I mean, it looks pretty much the same as the old year. Right?
“Same as it ever was; same as it ever was.”
Didn’t that writer, Qoheleth, write something like that way back in the B(efore) C(herrios)? There is nothing new under the sun. All is vanity.
“Same as it ever was.”
Is that really how it is, though?
People say that something new actually did happen once. (In a dream? In a parallel universe?) A Child was born who grew up to change the world. What was his name again? Oh, yeah, Jesus son of Joseph. Things weren’t the same as they ever were.
But, did it mean anything, God? Say true now, did that man child’s life really change anything? Anything at all? Actually, from here it sometimes looks as though he had never been born. People are the same as they ever were.
Greed; Fear; Hatred.
These have raged on unabated. Nothing has hindered them in the least!
They linger like Smog over LA in the 70s stinging eyes and burning lungs. Hearts fail.
How Long, O Lord? How Long?
Still, there are places where a cool wind flows over the landscape like clear water flows over the rocks in the bed of a mountain stream. Like pinpricks of light in the heavens these tiny swirls of Spirit’s Breath stir the smog and reveal small patches of green where seeds that were hidden in the soft loam strive upward. The sudden warmth of the Sun racing through the break in the smog touches the fragile life within the seedling urging it heavenward. The green stem reaching, hoping to bloom and blossom. Fresh, new scents fill the void left by the dispersing stench of the smog.
Fresh.
Live giving.
But, God? There are too few of these places. Greed, Fear, and Hatred overwhelm them before the fragrance of these precious blossoms can work their healing magic. The weight of them is far too great for the Lightness of the Breath!
We need more than a simple exhalation of Breath. A Hurricane! A Mighty, Rushing Wind that can displace and destroy those powers. Rain to wash the soot and stench away forever!
God replied, “But, you are the Breath.”
I’m sorry, God. That’s no help. I don’t see any hope in that. Where is the plus side?
“Same as it ever was.”
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