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.
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.
Outside of a patient arriving in a DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis) one can actually manage them at home from the offset. Yes this may well be a bit controversial, however, in my opinion subjecting a whole family to hospital admission of 10 days at the start of such a huge ordeal is controversial too.
There are many arguments for both sets of management.
My personal feeling is that a hospital is a very traumatic place to be. To subject an entire family to 10 days in an institution with bad food and light far away from home is akin to a concentration camp.
Trauma is also about how it is managed and the calmer, better slept “managed” parents and children do better I believe.
Type 1 diabetes is an absolute lack of insulin. There need to be multiple mind shifts that occur and this requires calmness and astuteness. It is very easy to manage in this day and age what with excellent new insulins as well as cheaper CGM availability.
We currently have an epidemic of type 1 diagnoses. If I learnt anything from Larry Distiller (guru and endocrinologist) it was step back, take a deep breath and apply the knowledge you have calmly. This is the dictum I follow with great success.
So I feel that I should have a little say about the whole Serena debacle which is far from Serene to say the least.
There is unfairness for sure.
There is discrimination for sure.
Osaka is both gracious and amazing to have beaten Serena.
Trevor Noah hits it on the button – watch his clip on this.
Google it on YOU tube …:) go on I dare you
Karen Zoid and Yvonne Chaka Chaka have recently done this song, written in Venda Shona , what a beautiful language ….what beautiful words.
I had never even heard it spoken until the day I downloaded the song, I actually had to google it. And I have lived here in south africa since I was born. We have such huge talent in the beautiful land.
Karen is amazing at showcasing that. An amazing singer, human.
Ngatingova neyi nyika
Ganda rako raka svibirira
Vhudzi rako raka fanana nerangu
Hukama hunoti batanidza
Newe makore akawanda
Ndinonzwa mwoyo wangu kurwadziwa x2
Varere wakafa musango
Apo mumwe murume aripa dambudziko
Taridza rudo rushoma
When you cry
When you cry
Don’t you cry brother
Don’t you cry sister
I feel it
I feel the cry
Karen Mashed this with the lyrics of linger into it – truly inspired. We are able to do so much more in this country. Love Karen, Love the queen of africa, go ladies and all talented people of south africa.
Taridza rudo rushoma …
After the most special trip to the eastern cape we returned full of love joy and hope and I am back in the office : 0832898351 🙂
Some amazing spots : The henry barkley bnb in Barkley East, the alpine swift in Rhodes and the Guardians lodge in Elliot – special amazing, reasonable, divine !!! Time out is really awesome.