RUNNING

ISAIAH 45 - 22

Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth:

for I am God, and there is none else.

Running

Those who profess your Name

run here and there exacting gain,

requiring they are first to receive

as earth begins to toss and heave

UNDER THE RISING SON.

Scoffers, Pharisees all passed by,

 He takes the hand of the damaged boy

and the girl who clutches the ragged toy,

the multitude mankind would not feed,

helpless victims of lust and greed.

The meek and humble kneel in awe

each single soul their peace secure.

Children of His precious Word,

beautiful, shinning, forever preferred.

T.Hills

2013

Revelation 19 - 2

"For true and righteous are His judgements:  for He hath judged

the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication,

and hath avenged the blood of His servants at her hand"

Vera realised her timing left much to be desired as she hurried to catch the hourly bus.    "Its okay Vera" shouted Vicky "we see you, don't worry"

Panting the elderly grandmother heaved herself on to the platform.   "Sorry about that" she gasped at the driver.   "Its okay ducks" the driver replied smiling "just sit yourself down and get your breath back"

The local bus was full of chattering pensioners laughing and joking.   The driver enjoyed his route they were such a cheerful crowd.

There's a lesson here considered Vicky, as the world slides towards the abyss there is still a glimmer of hope for mankind, always someone mindful of others.    We all travel the same road and eventually reach the same frail state.    

"King and commoner, it comes to us all" said the slight figure clutching a shopping trolley.

"What's that" enquired Vicky

"Death" replied the sorrowful creature.   Vicky realised she had always seen the elderly lady with a man, but now she sat alone.   She moved to sit on the empty seat beside her.   "I haven't seen you for some time how are you?  enquired Vicky    "I'm coping" she replied "but this is my first time on the bus since my husband died.   I'm determined to get back into some sort of routine.   

A hush settled on the passengers, almost as though they were hanging on every word exchanged between the two women at the front of the bus.

"I'm a widow" replied Vicky "I know how hard it is getting used to being alone, especially when it comes to social gatherings, couples everywhere.    I sometimes see very elderly couples walking hand in hand down the main street but know that will never happen for me."   

The silence was interrupted by a cheerful shout from the rear "you can have mine"   There was uproar as everyone burst into laughter.   They obviously knew her husband and found the comment hilarious.

The intruder was not being unkind, it was a truthful comment on aging relationships as folks stumble through their last days together watching each other slowly crumbling away.   Vicky often heard women complain about their aging partners, sometimes joking at their habits, sometimes incredibly cruel, but then Vicky knew human relationships were far from perfect remembering being truly shaken when a woman said "I'm glad he's dead he was a horrible man" 

"We who are left behind have to struggle on to the finish line" she said smiling at the elderly passenger "and you know the old saying" she comforted "until you have walked in someone's shoes you don't know what they are going through.   

"I think it was moccasins wasn't it?  suggested a passenger joining in the conversation  "and it's an old Indian saying".   "Thank you for that" replied Vicky smiling over her shoulder at the intervention. 

As the passengers piled off the bus Vicky prayed silently "Thank you Lord, without your love and encouragement I would never have made it through the early days of widowhood and the realisation that at any time our grasp on life is so very fragile and death inevitable.   But my hope is in You and Your Kingdom to come.
  

Just one kind word or action

Lights a dark corner of this hurting world

HIS KINGDOM REVEALED.

SHALOM