What Do You See “Which Station”
James 5:1-9 Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you. Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten. Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days. Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth. Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter. Ye have condemned and killed the just; and he doth not resist you. Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain. Be ye also patient; stablish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh. Grudge not one against another, brethren, lest ye be condemned: behold, the judge standeth before the door.
What do you picture here? I enter my study once again, and stare through the windows as thoughts enter the brain. It can on occasions become such a pain, when an unanswered question does still remain. Sleepers upon the railway track, disappears in the distance with no sign of comeback. Upon sleepers the track does so rest upon, as the mainline fades to reach a branch line built on. Connections occur between terminals through, with an interchange so as to guide all and bring too. Junctions also along the line, play their part by show in design. A train does travel on down the track, showing no sign in ways to return back. Life I suppose being just the same, no way is there or shall there be a two way lane. When an end is reached and eternity does begin, which station shall your train be in.
“I have read that it is as a persons eyes do scan through the words before him or her, the brain seems to derive their meaning instantaneously. How are we able to recognize and interpret marks on a page or wherever, so rapidly? A small new study confirms, that a specialized brain area recognizes printed words as pictures rather than by their meaning.”
Sounds to me of the coming in of more of the right hemisphere of the brain, perhaps something to look into more deeply in the future. Meanwhile, through time now reaching late after-noon, the sun did beam in through the windows of my study, where it did reflect from off the surface of my computer monitor. The sun did shine in ways of appearance so it appeared to have, a huge beam. We were in a variety of ways, facing each other face to face, as my brain carried on in a variety of ways also, in attempts to fathom the solution so to solve the problem. I looked out of the window in a westward direction and continued to study the growth of trees and shrubs also, through use of a siluette. Each and evey one within the rear garden of my home appeared; were all closing in through growth by use of the sun beyond. I was attempting to decide which of the trees or shrubs in particular, were in a greater need of attention in ways of pruning. I can state that, the required changes soon came to mind, without a shadow of a doubt. With the problem solved I carried on, so to proceed and make progress from my computer, by closing the curtains. I don’t enjoy cutting out the sunlight on such occasions, as it certainly does have its values. Yet more recently in particular, it had been bringing in with it across the globe, disastrous scenes unto so many if not all.
Through the way situations do so seem to have been working out more recently in ways of the weather situations over here in the UK, and I hasten to add, a decent percent of other countries of the globe too, bright sunlight and its heat has certainly been finding its way through, so as to cause yet further situations, each reaching a meltdown so as to cause further hazards, and therefore bringing into the scenes; emergencies. At present however, the emergencies not so much relating to floods of water as it had been during spring over here, but fire hazards that are causing disaster unto such a percentage of nature. Not exactly individuals being in great need, but masses of folk present at the very particular point of time.
Meanwhile, I guess it had been ten or twelve days back in time today, when during the very early hours of the morn, just touching the break of dawn, the air had to it a more cool and fresh pleasing feel. I was soon finding myself dressed and out within the back garden. I was inside a shed that over the thirty years of constant use, had become I suppose, so much over flooded with a variety of gadgets, devices and tools. Apart from such items, there was also a very good number of today, empty boxes within. The boxes naturally advertising on their front, the item that it had contained. Each one of them I was finding most likely to have been, yet a further article or element that related to technology. Yet, certain pieces of the technology I was noticing, that today would be being described more as an antique.
Time it had been observed by a decent percentage of us, had more recently particularly, been passing by exceptionally fast. One empty box I had picked up, taking me back so many years in time, to an occasion when Santa Claus had visited town. It did so seem that only a few days back, Christmas of the previous year 2017 was closing in on us all. So many radio and television stations, shops, restaurants and bars, towns, cities of this country Britain, had all of a sudden, so much switched so to show signs in ways; to celebrate Christmas.
I don’t know if one can recall if reading my blogs from that period, but my subject at the time of Christmas 2017, had been painting and decorating within my home. All within today, appearing unto myself, so much more to my liking in a generous variety of ways. Unto so many, “There Is No Place Like Home.” Naturally the reason being, that at least a decent percentage of the contents within the walls; the decorating of wall and ceiling and the colour or colours chosen, being to the owners liking. So many furniture items, in fact all necessities required, had been pulled in after being chosen by the ones living within the walls of the home. I suppose;
“Look for the bare necessities, The simple bare necessities. Forget about your worries and your strife. I mean the bare necessities, Old Mother Nature's recipes, That brings the bare necessities of life. Wherever I wander, wherever I roam, I couldn't be fonder of my big home, The bees are buzzin' in the tree, To make some honey just for me, When you look under the rocks and plants, Take a glance at the fancy ants, Then maybe try a few, The bare necessities of life will come to you.”
So many thoughts coming back to the front of the brain as I suppose, look back in time, and as yet more would have been pulled to the front enterance or door of the shed, simply so to release whatever had been trapped within. All was being brought out from within the dark and back into the open once again. I’m afraid, having no thought for my neighbours during the cool and delightful break of day, items that I was confident were no longer of any value, and also of whatever size or weight they might have been, an enormous bundle had soon built as yet a further item was thrown upon. Each throw over to the chosen side, having with it either a smash or otherwise crash landing. Each piece of art joining the booming batch causing an appearance that, to myself did consist of; no value whatsoever. Each would have landed where it did so appear, was now commencing and building up yet more in size, so to appear; a bonfire. Perhaps a good way to get all unwanted items out of the way at a decent enough pace, yet through such continuation of such weather conditions; no was the answer.
Only a few days back I would say, and so many were celebrating Christmas! Today, not only are Bars and Restaurants bringing out onto show once again, their adverts so to advertise for a Christmas Celebration, but Bonfires also shall so soon be building up so as to celebrate the coming bonfire night, as autumn had been without much notice at all, closing in on us once again. Perhaps on this occasion, I had been steered into dealing with all items within my shed here at home, at the correct time of the year. Yet who and how is it I wonder, has that true ability so to guide a person onto the required successful terminal or end?
For not only was my shed in such a need of attention, but also the ivy climbing up the walls of my home. The trees within the back garden also, showing further growth and the need of receiving attention through aid of a chain saw so to cut down, or otherwise pruned to that more inviting measurement.
I stated earlier, that occasions of the past were being brought, from the back of my brain to the front, where the clear picture does seem to form. Yet, had it been within the human brain at all where that scene had been both safeguarded and stored for either, future encounters or affairs? In Matthew 7:7-8 we read; Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. Well can try.
I would hasten to add just there that it is not my shed that today, does appear a ramshackle which I see as the terminal, but our Father in Heaven, the abode of both God and the angels as being a place of complete bliss and delight, and also peace unto all at hand. My home study I can certainly see, does fit in more as being a place of complete bliss and delight, and peace too. A room for the occasions of such deep mental absorption, used for reading, writing and studying too. Well, perhaps that is until a train goes down the track, for there ain’t no turning back!
The writer of that particular song; 'Which Station,' I can recall making his visit unto our part of the church here in our home town of the east midlands. One song he actually did sing, was the very one. He had himself been brought up in Ireland, and today I read that he is a preacher in Australia. Yes, the train goes down the track, there ain't no two way lane. When you reach the end and eternity begins, which station will your train be in?
As for myself now that my period of epilepsy it so does seem, has gone for good, very recently had received a further invitation from the NSE or National Society for Epilepsy unto the forth coming annual conference. I was informing one or two of my friends of the invitation, and the train station I would be finding myself reaching in London. The hotel where all is to take place, being just round the corner or, a few steps away. I was receiving comments; "You, you invited to the conference." "Yes," being my clear and clean reply as I carried on, "those who have the knowledge you know, they are invited through being a member."
"You, you are a member they continued?" "Yes, that is correct," I told them, The National Society for Epilepsy, they waste no time at all inviting those of both importance and interest. I told them; "Such a successful operation you know and upon the left hemisphere of the brain. dispose of all not required or is causing a fault." Something such as an operation within the brain, very recently being brought in and, their question of such eagerness being; which station or otherwise section of the mind, will your train be in!"