Improbable

 Burt Reynolds as God.

Yep in an X Files ep called Improbable.

It's about choices and destiny and being in the right or wrong place at the right or wrong time.

God confronts and reminds there is a choice.

At the end there is a street festival.  It's joyous and pans up.

Soon one sees the face of God mingled with the people and event.

Pretty nifty -s-.

Now, I'm reminded that every single person has a story.

We only see some of it and quite probably just a smidgen.

However, we interconnect, stories within stories.

With God, all things are probable.

Carry on.

91

 This must be my month for faith expression.  

I don't pressure people, nor claim anything but making a statement re what I think and feel in these tremulous time.

Seek and you will find.

''You will not fear the terror of night

Nor the arrow that flies by day

Nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness

Nor the plague that destroys at midday''

Psalm 91:5-6

Faith...

 Lotta talk re faith based religion.  I separate them.

The term religion indicates rigidity.  Sure, there has to be standards.  But, sometimes the baby gets tossed with the bath.  We needn't be chained.  Faith makes us free.  

Faith is also a way of life.  We live it.  Church is a platform from which to live, share, thrive.

I might do some more on this down the line.  It is ripe for attention in these tremulous times.  

Today, I'm only going to mention one aspect.  It is a crux, a hub of belief.

The darkside continually tries to isolat, make us feel alone, hopeless.

Here it is.  The unforgivable sin against the Holy Spirit is  thinking one is unforgivable, w/o hope.

If  that gets planted, despair becomes the fetid fertilizer to spread and entrench it.

It may lead to rejection of God's gift.  The fallen willfully turned away.  People can be tricked into doing the same.

Don't fall for it.

Jesus offers forgiveness.

Embrace it.

Have faith.

Blind.

 An interpretation of the story in Jon was illustrated in a movie.  My memory is faulty.  Might have been Jesus of Nazareth.  Not sure.  There goes the mems as I age lol.

I want to comment on that filmic interp.  Forgive me if I misinterpret Scripture.  It is the symbolism that brings my comment.

A man blind from birth was begging.  Now back then there was no Goodwill nor any other program to overcome handicaps.  Begging was the only recourse.  

Jesus spat on dirt, made mud and put it on the man's eyes.  He was told to was it off at Siloam pool.  The man could then see.

Of course the Pharissees tried to say it was some kind of flim flam usw.

Nonetheless the man was blind then could see.

Now in the film, He thrashed about and seemed in pain as Jesus applied the mud, as though the mud stung him.  His fear was palpable even as he washed.

But then he could see and was free to pursue life. 

He overcame the fear and followed Jesus.

Perhaps he was first set in his ways, was used to blindness.  Then his world was rocked.  It was painful a bit to begin with, then he gained courage.

Jesus said, ''For judgment I have come into this world, so that the blind can see and those who see will become blind.''

We lie to ourselves.  In the temporal world on into the spirit world, It's so.  Yet good and evil wend their ways through all aspects of our lives.

We are in a great battle in the war between good and evil.  We choose to follow a lie and ignore it or we seek to see and do something.

So it was in Jesus' time on down to the US founding and onto now.  And yonder to the future.  

Work through the pain, see Truth/Freedom and go forth into the fray.

Then we turn a 'blind eye' to the shiny baubles that evil dangles, all the lies and false promises.

Freedom is God's gift.

Tyranny is the darkside's.  

Walk Free.

Freedom...

 Fight for it!

Self defense on all levels.

The Founders, our ancestors, did so.

My GreatGrandmother taught me to fight with words.

My brother taught me to fight physically.

My brother from another mother taught me to fight spiritually.

My Father taught me content of character.

The Founders indeed had these features.

It is our turn.

Again

 I venture from one thing to another.  I have a pinball mind lol.

Memory of my youthful battle of the rise brought to mind a scene in Dr No where Bond is in his hotel room.  His jacket is off as he accepts a martini, vodka, shaken not stirred from a waiter.

The suit, made by Anthony Sinclair, has a high rise.  Later movies feature a low rise.

What a mind for minutiae -s-.

Now, I've seen all the Bond movies, including the latest, several times both onscreen and tape/disc.  When I like something, I repeat my viewing.  There are a lot of shows and movies that have born repeating.  Interestingly, there is always something refreshing, perhaps a different perspective, every time.

I'm detail oriented, so I notice things overlooked, even after many views.  And yes, I have a great deal of possibly useless info.

There is a point -s-.  

I got to thinking of my viewing/observations.  

If I like something, whatever the reason, then I repeat.  And I'll give something a chance.

For me, there are several 'agains'.  Some are once only.  And nevers are a factor as well.

I won't belabor this,  They are what they are.

And I'm sure you all have similar lists.  

Forgive my idle thoughts in these tremulous times.

Chalk it up to freedom of choice.  

Plus some things are worth repeating as some are not.

Next Redux

 I reiterate, not really repeat lol.  The time and place jibe.

My friend had many misfortunes.  Once successful, he had literally dwindled.

He suffered a monumental car accident, which damaged his physical health.  Moreso, it planted a seed of despair and cynicism.

His business dwindled and he lost his wife in divorce, along with property and the long built company/work he had built.  

his children suffered.  One was profoundly mentally challenged as we say today.  Another was mild and his daughter struggled with self worth.

Attack after attack mad him not just cynical, but jaded and decadent.

He turned his back on his leadership at church, wandering from day to day.

Yet there was a part of him that clung to life.

He taught me how to housepaint, which allowed me to partially earn my way through college.  

He encouraged me to serve, even when he had backed off.

In his cups, he would ask what's next.

I said to him don't because it only invites more negativity.  Expecting misfortune invites it.  

He's gone and I hope he's in the Light.

A plan demands moments or segments, drwan together to complete it.

Organize.  Piece by piece.

Then what's next is the next part of a plan.

It will invite success.

PS: Don't be drawn out seemingly alone.  The fallen try to fill us with despair, to make us feel alone.

We are never alone.  That Plan is next.  The plan to endure and complete one's work.