Scattered Thoughts. Rance A. Robeson Sr.
one come to you without leaving happier. Love, mercy, and peace are its own reward. Gladly give a man or woman a helping hand and not the blade of a sword.
As sure as God is King, a good man or woman is a friend to all living things. We are only as beautiful as our thoughts. A man or woman is the product of their own thoughts. What we think, we become. Until the last day or kingdom come, let us teach our children and young that compassion and humanitarian deeds are never over and done. One good deed a day can determine how we live, work, and play.
Starting today, we can create a better tomorrow with less pain, hurt, and sorrow. No matter if the sky is sunny or gray, evil selfishness must be resisted and strongly held at bay. Forever and a day, we must do the footwork and continue to pray that our Creator shows us the way to not manipulate or take anyone for a joke or play. Starting today, we should demand that joyful love, peace, and mercy (beyond understanding) permanently be showcased and prominently put on display…these obtainable gifts from above called love.
Let us all seek positive change that we want to see and witness in the world. Let us not divide but strive to live and survive (with our neighbors) in order to have better lives. From the love that derives from inside us all, let peace be on call. Mercy never falls; moral humanities will always stand tall. Spiritual compassion is always in fashion. We must give it away, take action with pleasing passion. It is true, we as individuals are responsible for everything we say, think, and do.
Our future world depends on me and you to make our Creator’s just laws come true. Let truth rain down from our lips, minds, and hearts. This very moment, we must begin and start. Human kindness that binds us must never depart but blossom and bloom like flowers in June. Because we trust God, we must do our part to mend the world’s broken heart. We are designed and made from a super-intelligent, holy, living entity (who is immortal, brilliant, and infinitely smart); a moral perfectionist whom all living breathing things should want to be a part of and testament. When we show and display respect, joyful love, mercy with peace, we not only feed our spiritual needs, we please God.
As long as it rains and snows on cloudy days (or fog or haze) and horses eat hay, starting today, let us humble ourselves in a morally human decent way! To live and exist like the sweet fragrance of a flower bouquet, starting today, we must do the footwork and continue to pray that God Almighty shall show us the way. To amaze and blaze, in order for our future world to experience kinder, brighter nights and days, we must stop this corruption. Failure is not an option! We must abide by this never-ending truth and doctrine.
The Other Side
Journey with me on a supernatural ride to paradise on the other side, a place where good people go after they die; where peace, love, and truth is never held back or denied, a beautiful place where joy and kindness is multiplied in constant motion like the ocean and tide; a place where brotherhood is common, always on display, and complied. What do you think is on the other side? Is it a garden of plants, trees, and flowers? Living under a rainbow (with sunny days and love showers) where the inhabitants have supernatural powers?
The other side—a place or dimension that we heard others talk about or mention; a place that has Godly intervention; a Godly place where the spirits or souls journey (after we have lived then died) that is serene, beautiful, tranquil, and nice; or is there corruption, murder, crime, and vice? No one has ever come back to tell us if it is dark or light. Do people argue, fuss, and fight? Or is everything peaceful, calm, and bright? Is it day or night? How do we get an invite to the place beyond that upper room? Is it sweet, pleasant like the fragrance of perfume, a beautiful rose where kindness grows? Or is it barren, sterile, a wasteland of doom and gloom or a righteous place swept clean with a Godly broom?
After we live, then die, do we go to a heavenly place where the inhabitants soar and fly, a place where life is as sweet as cherry pie? Is this life that we live just a preliminary test to weed out the very best after we are laid to rest so that God’s blessings will live in joy with happiness? Is there rich or poor, peace and war once we walk through life’s door? What is for sure? What does God have for us in store?
When we reach the pearly gates, are there wolves, spiders, and snakes? Is every one for real or fake? Do people have mates, go on dates? What should we take? Can we sleep late? Is there ice-cream and cake beyond the pearly gates? Where do our immortal souls or spirits go? Is it where peaceful waters flow? Where life is bliss and all aglow, where people live nice and slow, where respect, maturity, and intelligence grows?
This life that we live is short; life seems to pass away as quickly as a distant thought. You can’t take material things with you that you earned or bought to a heavenly place that is sought. What’s on the other side after we live then die? Is it a dream or fantasy come true, somewhere over the rainbow where skies are always blue? Where love is old but always brand-new? A place where the inhabitants are judged by their smarts and the giving of their hearts, where we will be for all times with the Holy Divine, where joy with happiness is always in its prime?
For all ages and time, no more sickness, disease, or death; but will we be alone and all by ourselves? Or do we live in a society of variety, an oasis that is loving and gracious, filled with joy, milk, and honey? A gentle place called paradise where no one needs gold, diamonds, or money? Where no one is immoral dummies; in a surreal place where the inhabitants laugh, joke, love; what is amusing and funny?
After we die, then go to our graves or tombs, can we still witness and see the sun, stars, and moon? After our immortal spirit leaves our bodies or cocoons, should we be scared or afraid? Are there masters and slaves? Are there celebrations with parades? Is everyone there strong and brave? Will we be judged by our attitudes? How we behave? After we leave our resting places or graves, is it warm, cold, cloudy with rain? Will there still be hurt, sorrow with pain? Will we still hurt and cry after we leave this world and say goodbye? Will we still have our first and last names?
Will the earth be a different place or the same? Do we live again because Jesus came? So we can pass on into a higher plane? Will there be intolerance, prejudice, or bigotry? Or will we live together in perfect harmony, with everlasting longevity, with freedom with liberty as far as the eyes can see? Do we have to pay a fee to be a part of Jubilee? Where Jesus be, no one knows; but when one door opens, the other one closes.
Will everyone have dignity, honesty, fair play with pride on the other side? Will we see and be again with family and friends? When our new existence starts or begins, will we be with the Lord God if we do our part to be gentle and kind so that we will reside with the Holy Divine? Do we travel on a train, taxi cab, bus, or airplane? Do we get a free ride to the other side? Will we be greeted with joyful smiles and happy grins by others who have passed on, gone from their new beginning from their end? Must we be reborn, just like a new day or dawn? Are there such things as right or wrong in the place called paradise, where we will journey after we pass on and are gone from this life?
To the other side, a place as beautiful as the sunrise, that upper room, where all of the blessed resident inhabitants blossom then bloom after the grave or tomb; after we leave these shells called bodies or cocoons, then journey to a happy oasis, a utopian Shangri-La where paradise looms; a tranquil, surreal place where everyone lives in paradise is taught and groomed to consume, rejuvenate, replenish, love like beautiful flowers that bloom in June; a blessed place where the Godly inhabitants are always smiling and singing a happy tune.
Are you prepared to fly and soar through the heavens and air? A place where the inhabitants love, share, and dare to care? Where brotherhood is common (not rare), because peace lives there? In paradise, where one is treated kind and fair? After we live then die, all will laugh, smile, soar, and fly.
Under the sun, stars, and moon, when the inevitable comes to pass (but not too fast, but soon), judgment then paradise lives and looms on the other side after the tomb!
Patience
Is patience deep or shallow
Is it a weakness or strength?
Who should be patient
Patience is our sixth sense
Patience is a virtue