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Once in a Blue Moon One day God felt lonely, cheated even. He’d missed out on so much, hadn’t Looked in on his creation for quite a While, so long in fact his worshppers Had become withdrawn, some having Almost forgotten him.
Over lunch with Jesus there was little Sympathy for an almighty who neglected His flock. It’s one thing to have a God Who cannot be tested, but quite another Matter to have a God who fails to visit ‘His great work’ at least once in a blue Moon.
One-way traffic, all praise, scant Recognition in return. No matter how High the deity, the laity surely deserves At least a modicum of attention, and yet There had been a famine in this direction For too many years to count. ‘Abdicate Responsibility, lose the esteem of thy Followers’, was very much on the lips Of those within earshot.
In thought of this God felt chastened Indeed, brought to book even, in light of which Jesus wisely held his council For fear of upsetting his father. Let us Not forget that in heaven there is no Higher authority to look up to for help Should, God forbid, heaven fail.
A conundrum if ever there was one. A spiritual dilemma of the most severe Kind. Had God deserted his people? On The surface it certainly looked that way. Jesus however, thought otherwise.
God moves in mysterious ways, slow to Anger, quick to forgive. Jesus knew of God’s wish to visit the earth but equally Knew that he could not intervene in the Ways of the world for one very simple Reason: in distant times God had made Man and woman free bestowing as part Of this accord dominion over the animals. Thus unwilling to go back on his word God had stayed away. However, in light Of present circumstances it was surely Time to revisit the document in question In search of … and there it was! A rider, A condition whereby God could, given Certain provisions in the clause, influence Earthly events from afar unseen by men And angels. And the means by which this Work would be done was love.
And God so loved the world …
And lo there came a great outpouring of Love, a huge increase in giving, so many Gave that churches everywhere declared A miracle. A Christmas miracle, a miracle Of giving, giving to the poor, the less Fortunate, the hungry, the homeless, the Sick and the infirm. Truly the work of
A loving God. So you see, never judge a book by its cover, And always be prepared to look for God in Your heart - he’s in there somewhere.
Give what you can to those in need – animals too.
Happy Christmas
© Joseph G Dawson
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