A gift of a sock
for the miles we have trodden
grounds of no return
city morning clouds
a visual free show
City travel can be costly. One thing is free. The sky and the clouds. Sometimes the awe-inspiring colors and shapes of the clouds with an equally fabulous backdrop of the sky are really attractive to behold. Looking up is always a more pleasing experience than looking down. So is life.
There’s no life story
too hard to share sad to bare
to soft gentle soul
If you assure someone of something, you need to be in the position (power) to make it happen. The word is often used with confident authority. without authority over the matter you cannot possibly assure others it will happen the way you say it will.
We can mean well when we assure someone of the good and avoidance of the bad. But unless we can make it happen or not happen, we are actually giving a false hope to the party to whom we are giving an assurance.
In human history, there are countless incidents of false assurances, especially over matters that involve intrinsic values. For example, in relationship human feelings and emotion change overtime. In matters of life and death too, no human can predict 100% accurately the actual outcome.
Yet, there is the existence of such a word, ‘assure’, despite the chance that it may bring disappointment of a failed promise.
So who is qualified to use this word freely? Who has the final say over what will happen? Yes, only One, God.
29 So He said to them, “Assuredly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or parents or brothers or wife or children, for the sake of the kingdom of God, 30 who shall not receive many times more in this present time, and in the age to come eternal life.”
Today the Spirit man speaks, as he hears.
“In days to come Jacob shall take root, Israel shall blossom and put forth shoots and fill the whole world with fruit.” Isaiah 27
What does he do when he hears the voice? He writes. This is how stories and journals are born. Often he writes without fore-thoughts. They are words spoken, sounds that came to him spontaneously.
They are picture words. A picture comes to his spirit and he can see it clearly like a vision. The picture is real. It exists. Can he not do anything? He can choose to ignore such words, sounds, or pictures. But he likes them. He believes they mean something to someone somewhere.
He is a recorder. He records what he hears, sees, and believes.
Often one or two, sometimes more, travel pass, and sight his writings. The words and pictures draw them. They linger. Some visit again. Some decide to keep track.
Yesterday he discovered that seven readers from Namibia and seven from Nigeria came to one of his blog sites. Two from Namibia stayed and subscribed to follow his blog.
He had had readers from other parts of Africa, the more heard of cities. But this was the first time from Namibia. A real pleasant surprise! He felt the same elation one day when he saw a ‘huge’ (a few hundreds) group of south Koreans came to visit his blog too! They came to read all about Yom Kippur!
He had had visitors, viewers rather, from different nations, many are names to him. He has never known the existence of them. But the national flags come on, representing the existence of a special people, with its own words and sounds.
It humbles him to know how people of different sounds exist and survive. They all share one mode of communication, that is, using sound. Sounds are made into words, each of which denotes a meaning to a group of people. That group can then share with one another their individual thoughts, intents, wants and needs.
Lately he started singing Spirit songs. One night he was working on his new mobile phone testing its recording function. He felt in his spirit to sing so he sang sounds and words he could not understand. The next day he looked up the meanings of those sounds and found that a sentence consisted of words each with a meaning from five different nations! Together they formed one complete sentence asking him to download the lyrics of a very old hymn and post in his blog about a group of 26 Christians including 3 young boys, who were forced to march 600 miles (966 kilometers) from Kyoto to Nagasaki where they were martyred; all the while singing the Te Deum. He did publish that post the night before (on the anniversary date of the original martyrdom date, even though he did not know the meaning of what he sang) as his spirit had received the message.
Why are sounds given to man so he can hear and act? What is the purpose of narrating the above episode? The voice of certain origins cannot be silenced. They are crying out for remembrance. For whom? I believe there is a specific audience each specific voice calls. When they cannot hear, someone hears for them and get those voices published. The target audience will be led to the published voices and then hear, as they see (read the words and see the pictures in the words).