“A rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, which had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Tehran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning to the house, the Master himself met Death and questioned him” why did you terrify and threaten my servant? I did not threaten him, I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Tehran” said Death”
The death of Professor Pius Adesanmi who was one of the 157 people who died on board the ill fated Ethiopian Airline crash on Sunday 10th March 2019, took me to a few places I didn’t want to go.
I didn’t know him, I was just an ardent follower of his on Twitter but what broke my heart was the fact that prior to his death, barely a year ago, he survived a ghastly motor accident in Nigeria. His driver died and he was hospitalized for about 5months.
His death brought back memories of Mr Aisi who had survived kidney failure in January 2018.He had been feeling unwell for three days and we had gone to the hospital, ran some tests , only to be told he had stage 5 kidney failure with a GFR reading of 10. Kidney failure doesn’t reverse itself so his doctor was already talking about having a transplant etc. However, to the surprise of the doctors after undergoing dialysis seven times his GFR rose to 89 about a month and a half later and was somewhat stable till he died. He never needed dialysis again.
We were ecstatic and over the moon, thanking God for such a great deliverance. On one occasion during his dialysis he became unconscious for over 10 hours and the doctors thought he had suffered a stroke only for him to open his eyes and come out from his unconscious state without any side effects.
So in August 2018 when he was complaining of pain and discomfort it was a minor thing compared with what he had been through months before.
But it was that “minor “pain that killed him. When we thought death had been overcome for a while, it snuck in, like a thief , laid wait , bid its time and when it saw a small opening, went in for the kill and left before we even knew it was around.
If death is postponed for a couple of years and the person is in relatively good health it is a good reprieve but when it is postponed for a couple of days or months it begs the question WHY NOW WHY NOT THEN. Why the illusion of having cheated death only for it to have the last laugh . Why does it take the young and promising and leaves those begging for it , those who have been sick for a long time and show no signs of improvement, those who have no knowledge of who they are , the mentally ill , the Alzheimer patient who in a way is part of the living dead.
I don’t have the answers to these questions but I guess death comes when it’s time although at times you wonder if it is really time especially if you are privy to all the unfulfilled plans of the deceased.
On second thoughts that little reprieve could be an opportunity to right wrongs, live life as you were supposed to , put your house in order etc but it leaves a bittersweet taste in one’s mouth especially when the time is so short.
There is a feeling of helplessness in the face of a foe so powerful it changes your world and so subtle it creeps on you when you least expect it.
Death is a coward for it never comes on its own. It always takes the guise of something- sickness, plane crash, accident, old age , heart ache. Etc
It is something I am becoming acquainted with , the older I get but that I will NEVER get used to.
It doesn’t represent failure nor is it defeat. I say this because especially in the Christian circles some of us equate it with a failure of faith on the part of the deceased or their relatives. Sometimes you do all you know how to do , have some victories and miracles but death still comes so how is that a failure?
The story above shows that we may escape it for a while but Death is inevitable as long as we are born on this earth, we will if Jesus tarries die just as he too died. The length of our days don’t matter as much as what we are able to achieve in them.
Death is a mystery I am becoming acquainted with , it used to be a thing to be feared but recently I have discovered that it’s but a door. A door to places we have never been , a door that opens us to the unseen realities that surround us . A door we will all walk through. That’s all death is …a door.
“A rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, which had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Teheran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning to the house, the Master himself met Death and questioned him” why did you terrify and threaten my servant? I did not threaten him, I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to met him tonight in Teheran” said Death”
The death of Professor Pius Adesanmi who was one of the 157 people who died on board the ill fated Ethiopian Airline crash on Sunday 10th March 2019, took me to a few places I didn’t want to go.
I didn’t know him, I was just an ardent follower of his on Twitter but what broke my heart was the fact that prior to his death, barely a year ago, he survived a ghastly motor accident in Nigeria. His driver died and he was hospitalized for about 5months.
His death brought back memories of Mr Aisi who had survived kidney failure in January 2018.He had been feeling unwell for three days and we had gone to the hospital, ran some tests , only to be told he had stage 5 kidney failure with a GFR reading of 10. Kidney failure doesn’t reverse itself so his doctor was already talking about having a transplant etc. However, to the surprise of the doctors after undergoing dialysis seven times his GFR rose to 89 about a month and a half later and was somewhat stable till he died. He never needed dialysis again.
We were ecstatic and over the moon, thanking God for such a great deliverance. On one occasion during his dialysis he became unconscious for over 10 hours and the doctors thought he had suffered a stroke only for him to open his eyes and come out from his unconscious state without any side effects.
So in August 2018 when he was complaining of pain and discomfort it was a minor thing compared with what he had been through months before.
But it was that “minor “pain that killed him. When we thought death had been overcome for a while, it snuck in, like a thief , laid wait , bid its time and when it saw a small opening, went in for the kill and left before we even knew it was around.
If death is postponed for a couple of years and the person is in relatively good health it is a good reprieve but when it is postponed for a couple of days or months it begs the question WHY NOW WHY NOT THEN. Why the illusion of having cheated death only for it to have the last laugh . Why does it take the young and promising and leaves those begging for it , those who have been sick for a long time and show no signs of improvement, those who have no knowledge of who they are , the mentally ill , the Alzheimer patient who in a way is part of the living dead.
I don’t have the answers to these questions but I guess death comes when it’s time although at times you wonder if it is really time especially if you are privy to all the unfulfilled plans of the deceased.
On second thoughts that little reprieve could be an opportunity to right wrongs, live life as you were supposed to , put your house in order etc but it leaves a bittersweet taste in one’s mouth especially when the time is so short.
There is a feeling of helplessness in the face of a foe so powerful it changes your world and so subtle it creeps on you when you least expect it.
Death is a coward for it never comes on its own. It always takes the guise of something- sickness, plane crash, accident, old age , heart ache. Etc
It is something I am becoming acquainted with , the older I get but that I will NEVER get used to.
It doesn’t represent failure nor is it defeat. I say this because especially in the Christian circles some of us equate it with a failure of faith on the part of the deceased or their relatives. Sometimes you do all you know how to do , have some victories and miracles but death still comes so how is that a failure?
The story above shows that we may escape it for a while but Death is inevitable as long as we are born on this earth, we will if Jesus tarries die just as he too died. The length of our days don’t matter as much as what we are able to achieve in them.
Death is a mystery I am becoming acquainted with , it used to be a thing to be feared but recently I have discovered that it’s but a door. A door to places we have never been , a door that opens us to the unseen realities that surround us . A door we will all walk through. That’s all death is …a door