Mike Oliver's Messages

It's a dreary grey and wet day where I live. Too many of these and you start thinking life is dull and if dull goes on too long, you wonder if the sun will ever shine again. Winter can depress the spirit. Belshazzar's Feast - by Rembrandt   Over the centuries worship has become dreary grey and less hopeful's find ways to be at peace with God within the gloom of lacklustre spirituality. Faith can become a pilgrimage of suffering-in-silence, theologians finding ways to accept this season with grace rather than fighting for promises of the kingdom at hand. Jesus gave us the right to the kingdom in all its glory by his blood. Adam and Eve abandoned God's perfection for Satan's distortion and so too those in the church who wait without expectation. But God plants a seed in us just like Jesus was planted in Mary. The seed is the potential of the manifestation of Christ in the form of Holy Spirit. However if we should be taught there was no expectation of Christ

In the last twenty years or so communication has leapt from snail mail to instant messaging, from home phone to cell phone, from print newspaper and magazines to news and weather apps.  Why a woman the other day went downstairs during an internet outage and talked to her family.  A boy had to be txt from the kitchen to get him to the dinner table and commonly the guys don't chat much over smoko because they're on Facebook or playing with apps.  Kids are plugged-in to their sounds just walking to school and just the other day I laughed to see a granddad connected with earphones.  The radio used to beam music laced with talk and adverts but now the cell phone plays chat free add free songs of our own selected genre via the internet in the top pocket of the overalls.  There's freedom to chose but no freedom from interruption. I feel like a minority to be content with the still small voice, the thoughts of my heart and songs in my head.  My life is a prayer, a constant comm