The morning rain was over, turning the Amazon into the steam bath it was known for. Yinney thought little of it for this had always been the norm in his world. While he was in his morning worship song, he felt led to start writing his book this day. It had long been the desire of his heart. Today would be the day it finally began.
“Title,” he paused for a moment before slowly speaking out loud, “The Beauty of Slow”. And then he sat there smiling as he looked at those words on the bright white screen of his little laptop. You ask how can a sloth have a laptop in the Amazon jungle? It ran on solar power, of course, and was currently fully charged.
“The Beauty of Slow”. He repeated to himself again. He loved those words and the mental picture they produced. A life of resting compared to rushing. A life of flowing rather than flapping. A peaceful journey rather than a rat race. It was indeed a beautiful thing. The art of living in beauty rather than chaos. Yes, this would be his book.
“Subtitle,” he smiled again as he pecked at the keys causing the little letters to magically appear. “The Teachings of Yinney”. There, it was begun, and now for chapter one. He had no lack of thoughts or direction. It was like releasing a dam that had been closed off far too long, and had stored much water.
Chapter One, he began. “What is the beauty of slow?”
It is having already reached, while still reaching. His words began. It is having already arrived and yet still in the journey. It is taking the time each day to ask a simple question: What does my ‘soul’ need this day? It is living for spirit more than material. It is God not being a stranger, but a friend. It is seeking the Kingdom of God first, in the full assurance you already have all things. It is peace that truly passes understanding. There is no explaining it scientifically or psychologically. It is supernatural, because its source is God.
I, Yinney, as one who is a student of observation, must state the obvious to all those who are awake. Because most people are not, and the following question seems to be not obvious to them. They never give it a thought, unless forced to, and so we do.
“Why is it so hard to seek first…’soul’?”
Most say they have no time, therefore the great need for such a book as mine. Does the rat race bring you pleasure? Does chaos bring you delight? Of course not, and yet most people live in the grip of the rat race and chaos simply because they refuse to slow down and put first things first. In doing so they short circuit the supernatural life they could be living in, and are stuck in all the struggles of the natural. This begins a chain reaction of results as predictable as a path of falling dominoes.
First…life becomes an exercise of survival, rather than a flower simply gracefully blooming. There is the constant fight and struggle. The ways of flesh rather than spirit. The ways of hunger rather than contentment. The ways of excess, and storing up, in fear and desire, rather than contentment and moderation. The way of always running, rather than simple faith, trust, and rest. A peaceful journey lived one step at a time.
As a result people enter into a predator lifestyle. Always hungry for something. Always on the hunt for that something. Eventually there is the hard chase, the capture, and the kill! Then they feed to their satisfaction. In a little while, usually not very long at all, the satisfaction fades, the hunger returns, and it all repeats again over and over again like a nightmare merry-go-round they don’t know how to get off of. Up and down up and down round and round we go. Where we stop…nobody knows.
They believe themselves to be peace-loving, but they have become predators and do not even know. The truly peace-loving can plainly see their disfunction. It is obvious to those who love the ways of soul and spirit. The way of the predator is a danger to the whole world. You cannot have fellowship with someone who wants to eat you. For example, the mechanic who charges you four-hundred dollars to flip a switch on your car that you do not know, and he does not tell.
Predators come in many forms. After all, in our current society what they need most is your money, if you have any, and they want as much as they can get. Their hunger is never satisfied and they never have enough. They trade time for money all the time. And yet what is life made of? Time, or money? Such a foolish trade, but such is the foolishness of the predators, for God has said it is the meek who will inherit the earth, for the foolish will waste their precious time and be gone.
So we have those who are asleep, but never resting. However, the beauty of slow is to be fully awake, while still in a state of REST. This is the beauty of slow and the teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ of which I am a teacher of his ways. This book is about slowing down and hearing God.
In the hearing of God we invite the supernatural to take over in our daily affairs. Now we can be at peace and fully confident in our being, for God is love. The problem is, most people only ‘think’ they understand love. They claim God cannot be love, but that is because they are not love. Most people reject God because he demands us to walk in REAL LOVE! And most people who claim to be love, do no harm, and yet when challenged of God to live fully in LOVE, say, “No thank you. I cannot live by your rules.” And what are those rules?
Love God with all your heart? Love people, even your enemy, as yourself?
So yes, sex without full commitment is not love! The God of love says it is sin. Stealing, lying, and cursing is not love! Living in luxury while someone is starving is not love! Oh my, I’m only just getting started. And you say God is not love? Because he demands, yes demands love, or you are not fit for the Kingdom of God?
And why would such a book as mine start by pointing out such blatant error, and twisted thinking in the mind of man? Hopefully… so we can wake up…become fully awake… and enter into God’s true REST…and the Beauty of Slow.
<End chapter one of the teachings of Yinney.>
Far north of the Amazon, Frank was beginning his therapy, and Rachel decided to invite him to her church. Soon he would be released and if they had a future together as she hoped, now was the time to approach this subject. What better time?
Dorothy, on the other hand, was now in the midst of a full blown and passionate secret affair. Her emotions totally out of control. Desire was feeding a flame and she had the fever. Even in her new addiction she tried being as careful as possible, but it was hard. She had such a hunger, and little did she know the other woman, the wife, had suspected her husband of being unfaithful for many years, and she was just now placing a phone call to hire a Private-Eye to look into the matter.