Peter and John went to pray one day, they met an old man on the way ay ay, silver and gold have I none said he, but such as I have give I unto thee. Rise up and walk.
Yesterday I was privileged to listen to a sermon on this very encounter. The man in the story did not have faith for healing. He had faith for what he had encountered for many years -scraps. Scraps of money, time, affirmation, food.
And yet that day he was healed. Leaping and jumping and praising God.
So much of many of our lives are lived much like this. Hoping for scraps. And really that is not what we were destined for.
There is so much more.
We have a mindset sometimes that we lock into for years and years. And then all of a sudden sometimes the light breaks in. And we can see.
And there is a time of feasting.
Being lame is innate to my name, Claudius – the lame one. Wounded healer.
What an absolute joy and jump to be able to gift healing in the physical sense. And sometimes even the emotional.
But true healing is a much deeper process that requires divinity.
And the amazing thing is that it IS available.
Oh my word the brain is just so absolutely fascinating and phenomenal.
I had to explain the brain’s mop up operations to a patient today and was suddenly struck by wonder …
This extremely intricate system “cycles” cerebrospinal fluid 3-4 x a day. I had never really thought about this before. One learns neuroanatomy in second year and it is really just all part of a web of knowledge about the body that has never been debated philosophically before (by myself I mean).
“The windings of the brain (which I first learnt of Franciscus Sylvius, a great anatomist) if you diligently examine the matter you shall find to descend a good depth and that the brain doth gape on each side, over and above that same middle division made by the Sickle, with a winding clift, which begins in the forepart, about the roots of the Eyes, whence according to the bones of the temples, it goes back above the root of the spinal marrow, and divides the upper part of the brain from the lower part.” -written by Caspar/Thomas Batholinus from a book F Sylvius neuroanatomical work.
How beautifully described. I am in awe just of the description. And that is how they communicated in those days 1500’s – with care and deliberation.
Much similar to the brain’s care and deliberation of itself.
A slow wash 4 times a day : fluid formed by choroid plexus within the lateral ventricles which then feeds through the system into the third ventricle via the aqueduct to the 4th then via 3 small foramina into the subarachnoid space and spinal column.
The brain bathing itself, soothing itself, slowly like a water feature – tranquil and clean and clear.
We have much to learn about self care from this amazing washing lesson by the brain. WE are generally our own worst enemy. Learn from your brain and cleanse, dream, bath today.
The aqueduct 🙂 one of my favourite parts of anatomy.
So we are throwing a fund raiser towards the cause of Shap Shap cinemas – can be found on Facebook … doing a wonderfully good job in terms of a lot of community education at large.
We are going to dance, party and just have a lot of fun. WE have DJ Queen G who is phenomenal playing, food from Copperfields which is delectable, a cash bar. And all of the money raised goes straight to Shap Shap.
I heard about these amazing individuals/NGO listening to Gareth Cliff during his interview with them last year.
Please support us, this is a tangible way to turn our SA around – just do it man, pay for a ticket. Dress up is optional and I guess so is dancing but will be encouraged 🙂
Life is short, times are tough, have fun and support change.
Daily I hear very interesting “lies” about diabetes. I heard a classic last week. Someone’s mom who had had a stroke was told her mom has the kind of diabetes that CAN NOT be controlled. God’s truth!!!
Another common lie is that this is a disease “you do to yourself” i.e. you behave/eat in a certain way and your “punishment” is diabetes. Well I am afraid that is NOT TRUE.
Especially in type 1 diabetes. This scourge has been with us for a long time. However up until the 1920’s there was no “cure” or “treatment” so to speak i.e. you generally died from it. And the consequence being the “genes” or genetic inheritance died with that. Since the 1920 s we have had insulin and now one can live very “normally” yes ~I said normally with type 1 diabetes. Yes it involves checking sugars and injecting insulin but other than that you can eat mostly what you would like to and get on with life as you would like to.
So to the diabetes that can not be cured I say : Lord have mercy. There is so much lack of knowledge especially in public sector about diabetes. That added to the corruption. Ie meters, strips, insulin being sold on the black market meant for the poorest of the poor free as part of a the dismal service being provided is a scourge.
Any form of diabetes can be treated and controlled. Is it easy ? No but is it do-able even for the poorest of the poor. YES!!!
There is so much corruption in this country and it always affects the poor more. Let’s at grass roots level tackle this with the power of words, peace, and the truth. Join us to contribute to both awareness and funds for shap shap doing this very task daily excellently : roarin 20s party 27 oct 2018 …see Facebook drleethegp and shap shap
Life, love, chemicals, spiritual being ? What are we?
We meet, we relate, we may even marry. We miraculously and seamlessly produce children who are part of both of us. They are quite a lot of work to bring up. Moms generally bear the brunt of this “work”. But is it work? Is it not also love, life, chemical, spiritual interaction?
We fight, we break up, we subject the parts of us to separation.
In this crazy process is there not a better way?
Communication of sorts, sharing of sorts ?LIfe, chemicals, spiritual interaction, I am sorry please forgive me, I love you. The breaking down of barriers?
Just too sad to even contemplate why not? Why it’s not possible ? Love life chemistry, spiritual connection? Perhaps if it never existed it can not be resurrected? Is that a fair way of analysis or is there a deeper thought? Love is certainly a conundrum and perhaps it is just way simpler and we make it way complicated.
My daughter of 5 and I listened to a sermon on sunday about essentially the power of words and the impact they can have on relationship reconciliation.
It is indeed profound to me at how she just got it : “I love you mommy” , ” I am sorry, please forgive me”. So easy for a 5 year old to snap and seemingly so impossible for older folk to get this simple simple concept.
The power of the spoken word is immense. As the preacher said God said of His own son : “this is my son whom I love”. If the God of the universe and of creations feels the need to speak such an obvious statement and was able to speak the universe into being how much more should we not speak out loud affirmation and love to our loved ones.
The sermon has literally come up at least 10 x since sunday in her little head and in such a positive way.
Words are tools- power tools. Most days I really underestimate them.