What’s your threshold?

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In medicine (and some other disciplines, I believe), there’s something called “threshold” in simple terms ( and I know ‘simple’ is relative), it is the point at which a stimulus first produces a sensation or the lowest limit that must be reached before an effect is produced. So we say things like “that guy has a high threshold for pain”, meaning its takes more for him to feel pain than it does for most people. So you get the point, I hope.

Anyway, this isn’t a medically oriented lecture (was that a sigh of relief?), it’s actually  about human kinetics!! Just kidding:). Its about you, me and life.

I realized that in this ever changing world as new generations sprout and grow our perception of what’s right and what’s not seems to be evolving. Things that were once taboos became minor sins, now they are tolerable and soon would become acceptable. Our threshold of perception of wrong seems to have increased (and is still increasing).

The young man stole, so what? He didnt kill anyone. So he smokes, at least it isn’t cocaine. So she dresses indecently, at least she’s not promiscuous. So he is gay, at least he’s not transgender. its an endless list of what’s wrong and what’s not so wrong.

But why? I ask. Why do we tolerate today things that were inconceivable yesterday. There might be a myraid of reasons, but one comes to mind-the power  of numbers. Some time ago, being homosexual was some sort of taboo, a man could hardly stand boldly and say “look here, I’m gay”, but as more people saw it as a way of life, it didn’t seem as bad as it did before, so even more people got involved, became bold and spoke out, and gradually the voice of sanity was drowned out.

The more people accept and potray these vices (particularly people we look up to; superstars, religious leaders etc.) the less abominable they appear and soon we wonder why we ever thought these things were wrong. This process is so subconcious that we dont even notice as our threshold rises higher and higher…..Now even the most insane things appear ‘ok’.

If you want to be among the generation of people with unequivocally low thresholds, these are my reccomendations.

1) Set a standard based God’s word, not on a man’s interpretation of it. Remember

Matthew 24:35
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.

If God didn’t accept it a thousand years ago, he wont accept it now, not even if the whole world does (churches inclusive).

2) Keep watch on your heart.

Proverbs 4:23
Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.

3) Dont be scared to stand alone. Its better to learn to stand alone now (low threshold and all) because in the end, thats what its going to be.

Romans 14:12
So then every one of us shall give account of himself to God. (Empasis added by me).

To a generation of people with low thresholds for whats wrong. Cheers!

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My Special Place

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There’s one place I love to be
My very special place
Its not anywhere on the map
No compass could possibly show the way
Its known to me and just one other
Let me tell you a bit about it.

In this place my battles are fought
victories are won
Storms are stilled
triumphs are celebrated
Its where all things pertaining to my life are made clear.

Legs crossed yoga-style
Hands clasped together
I could be anywhere in the world
The location of my heart is what’s important
Lifted towards heaven
I enter into my special place.

My special place is in my heart
When I sit to commune with my Father
Wrapped in the wonderful embrace of his love
Nothing in the world really matters
The whole world around could be in chaos
In my special place everything makes perfect sense.

Life gets busy
Time passes quickly
Little of what we have now would last much longer
Only God is forever.

A petty thief and the sudden death (part 2)…

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If you missed part 1, check it out here.

27th March, 2016. Easter sunday. About 8pm

It had been a really interesting day. From the house to the police sation then back home and later to the station again (an ‘unmerry’ go round). After all the moving around, the effort of recounting the story over and over, drawing a mental list of suspects and eliminating the unlikely individuals, everyone was bone-tired. That afternoon  was spent  sleeping (sweet, sweet rest) and by evening a good dinner was all we wanted.

We were in the kitchen when the phone rang. My mum’s phone. The caller was a relative, a very jovial uncle. I picked up, ready for the usual teasing and laughs, in fact I was smiling already. He asked for my mum (no jokes today? I guess not every day is teasing day). I handed the phone to its owner and took over as she made her way out of the kitchen to answer the call properly. My focus was solely on the steaming pot of food before me, little did I know that that call was going to change the course of the next few days for me (and a lifetime for some). When my sister rushed into the kitchen looking worried  I didnt panic immeiately, I think God made my panic button selectively sensitive, sometimes, its so hard to trigger it. ” Something has happened, mummy is crying” she said, “what could be wrong this time” I thought, the dust had not even settled over the theft issue yet. I went with my sister to investigate and found my mum with her hands on her head (when you see a person adopt this posture, then something is really really wrong) and she was ‘wailing’ (not crying). “What happened”? I inquired (still calm, at least ouwardly) “Mr ……. is dead” she replied. The first emotion I felt was intense shock, then disbelief, then nothing. I couldnt even cry like my mum and my sister were doing. My uncle, dead? I saw him the day before, I had joked with him about what present I was going to get him for his next birthday, he had joked, telling me that I was no longer his friend and now they were saying he had just passed. It seemed impossible. So unexpected, like the thief in the night.

We ate thoughtfully that evening, each of us unable to fully grasp the magnitude of this shocking news. My uncle had gone to church that morning happy and strong, he had attended his neice’s s birthday party later that day, he had climbed up the stairs to his room by himself that evening, he had chatted with his wife and then told her he wanted dinner and in the few minutes it took her to get to the kitchen and back, he had passed. And we were all left in shock and disbelief. Was it really happening?

His son said to me some days back “this is my father’s house, and all this is his property, but he cant take it with him. I thought about it, how true. The death of our bodies is the inevitable end for all mankind, the only thing is we aren’t informed in advance (I know there are exceptions but usually, we aren’t). This incident reaffirmed to me how fragile our lives really are. In a microsecond everything could change. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) all the earthly things we struggle so hard to acquire, become inconsequential eventually and what really matters is a choice we made here, the choice of who to serve, God or yourself.

John 9:4King James Version (KJV)

I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.

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A petty thief and the sudden death (Part 1)…

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27th March, 2016. Easter sunday. About 2:30am…

I lay fast asleep on my comfy bed and  in my subconcious I realised I had fallen asleep on a chat (again). I raised my heavy eyelids slowly and with sleep-laden eyes I saw my tab was still just by my head. The light in the room was on, I heard the sound of the  generator too “so this NEPA people dont want to give us light” I thought (and yes, I still call them NEPA). I checked the time on my tab, closed it, rolled over and went back to sleep. Sweet, sweet, sleep.

Minutes later I was aroused from sleep again, for some reason I still cant explain. In my mind’s eye I saw a stick just a few centimetres away from my face, it was coming from the direction of the window just behind my bed. At first it didnt register and I was dozing off again when suddenly my mind came awake. I had actually seen a stick! My eyelids flung open this time but behold there was no stick to be seen anymore. Talk about eerie. Was l hallucinating or was this one of those “they came from the village to hunt me” kind of thing? My curiosity and amazement wouldn’t let me go back to bed so I got up. Something else wasn’t right, the window by my bed was wide open. Normally, this shouldn’t be strange but I was so sure it had been closed when I went to bed the night before. Ok, so I was getting really confused. Anyway I shut the window again but my mind was quite alert now trying to piece all the parts of this crazy puzzle together and come up with a logical conclusion. None was forthcoming. “Is this how people loose it?”

Still baffled and confused (plus a little scared), l went into the bathroom to ease myself. I had been there just a little while when I heard it, a faint scratcy sound from the direction of that same window! OMG! This time I was scared, not just a little but ‘plenty’. I was almost too scared to even  come out and check what was happening. In my shoes what would you do? ( answer that before you continue reading).

Have you? Well this was my own reaction. I said a prayer in my heart, probably quoted a verse of scripture and then peeped out of the bathroom. I was almost startled out of my mind by what I saw. The window I had just locked was wide open….again!  To add to that I saw the stick……again! And this time a brown filthy-looking sac was  hanging from it in midair and both were moving, ever so gently out of that window. Now pause and think again, in my shoes PLEASE what would you do?

I didn’t pause and think though, I acted on impulse (thank God I did). I screamed, ran and grabbed the sac ( It was like film trick). At that time I didn’t really care what was in it, I just knew that that bag was conveying something from my room and I wasn’t going to let it out of my window. It took a little struggle and some shouting before the sac was ‘released’ and when I dipped my hand inside out came my tablet (which by the way is just about a month old!).

My scream had woken others in the house and in a short time, a search party comprising family members was outside trying to figure out what had actually happened. The search revealed that a petty thief (‘petty’ because the thief obviously wasn’t armed enough to ‘bail us up’ and actually  steal ‘heavy’ stuff) had gained entrance into the compound, torn the net of my window, and removed some  valuable items from the room (but nothing as valuable as the tablet).

So my Easter Sunday was pretty eventful. I was glad to discover that I wasnt ‘loosing it’ like I had feared (whew! Such a relief). More importantly I was too glad that the thief hadn’t made away with my tab. When I was at the station later to report the matter , the D.P.O joked that the Holyspirit must have woken me at that time. I agree.

You can imagine a fenced house with a gate and doors, locked with keys and bolts, windows with protectors and all these security measures yet through a tiny hole in the window I was robbed. It’s quite a lesson for me. So if you ever thought you have been safe because you are careful or smart or both, darling, please think again. As much as we take all possible precautions to stay safe, we must remember in our ‘heart of hearts’ that there is One who sees when all eyes are shut and it is He alone that can truly keep us safe. The best part is he doesn’t safe gaurd just our bodies and earthly goods but our spirit and soul as well. Thats why I love this God!

The story doesn’t end here though. I think God was determined to make Easter as memorable as possible for me because later that evening I got news that shocked me. Something unexpected happened. I would tell you all about it now but I think i’ve talked (or typed) enough for one post.

So find out in part two *winks*

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