392 Virgin Tales

392_Virgin Tales

To cry is to sit down and let it flood out, in the company of someone.

You feel sorry for them in empathy; & the hell, each of us goes through, we all feel like we do not count, on a street level, until we build confidence.

You run, you dash, you dash-away, and receive no real help, except a hug and console, because you cannot put the words to the problem, you have just confronted. It is pure emotion, seeping through you.

NOW IS A TIME TO HEAL, (by insight).

You can easily come to wrath, in anger, when it is better to resist temptation, unless your pain and anguish is righteous.

Sacrifice like Jesus’ relative short life, on Earth, now back in eternal grace, to follow his convictions. He was on the Cross, dead after three hours, and crucified for a day, before being taken to the tomb.

He must have cried, to be a carpenter, to die on what he made for a living – joinery, true to many careers, for us.

On a plain piece of wood, we crucified the Lord, like we do the merchants of gourd.

Punishment was crossed with teaching of the Almighty Father, the Creator. God was not a magician, to write, “I AM JESUS, KING OF THE JEWS” on his own cross. But the power of Abba, the Father allowed him to heal, and teach, in faith. The Lord was granted the seat of The Right Hand of The Father, for his sacrifice.

I love my wife, no more, than less, a Virgin, but I cry for the fragility of my children, not to be harmed, and to be at peace, for their harmlessness.

Virgin angels sit hand in hand, on a joined chair, in grace and good health to their making in the heavens. All things made in Him.

For He or She, who declares to believe in his name, is a Child of God; a maker of tools, and carpentry, stone masonry and objets d’art.

Make in God, please.

Love AB X

AMEN