Friday, November 13, 2009
God is getting better at choosing a place for me to die.
Rewind:
It was 2:45 pm Tuesday December 5, 2003. It was a cold dreary damp December day. I was in Perth, with my in-laws in my car waiting for me to make a bank deposit and then come to our house for supper.
To get to the bank, my in-laws suggested I take a short cut through the pharmacy which opened into the bank. As I entered the pharmacy my right hand felt exceptionally cold on the door knob.
Once inside, I became overwhelmed with a strange feeling and my legs got wobbly. I walked over and leaned on the counter and immediately asked the clerk to call an ambulance because I was having a stroke. She did not believe me and then I lost all control over my right hand and she and I both saw it drop at my wrist and just hang flopping at the end of my coat sleeve. Then my right arm fell limp to my side up past my shoulder and my face went numb.
As I waited for the ambulance I looked around the room and laughed to myself. I was going to die (I really thought I was dying right there) in a store that I had never been in before. I continued to think to myself “God you have such a sense of humour............You are having me die in a pharmacy in Perth, when I would much rather die on a Mission experience in a developing country”.
Since this is now 2009, we know I did not die that day. The lasting effects of that episode six years ago was a slight loss of sensations on my right side especially with a very slow recovery for my right hand.........my fingers are still numb and I have little fine motor abilities.
Fast Forward 6 years.
It was 11:30 am Sunday October 25th 2009, a beautiful fair festive fall day in Cayuga, Ontario..... ½ an hour west of Hamilton. I was in the Cayuga United Church and had just finished telling a story of my several visits in Nairobi, Kenya with my friend Bishop Joseph Moffat Killioba.
Joseph’s son Paul Killioba, is visiting here in Canada and he was just about to preach the sermon. As the host church Pastor, Paul Currie, was thanking me for my introduction of Paul’s Nairobi church I could hear him, but I could not see......focus ....on him or the front of the church. Either my eyeballs were rapidly spinning or my brain was out of control....again.
All I could make out was two circles of objects turning in front of my eyes and I could not stop this vision with my eyes open, so I sat down and closed my eyes, rested my head on my arm on the pew in front of me, and began to be cold and sweat profusely at the same time. Once, I realized I was in ‘grave’ trouble again, but still alive I again laughed to myself and thought: : “O.K. God ..........this is much better........at least this time I am in church and have just talked about my mission visits to developing countries and now the son of my dear friend Joseph Moffat .................Paul Killioba, is preaching as I die”.
Why did I tell those two stories.......... well in both of them even though I felt I was dying on the spot, I felt at peace and comforted that all was unfolding as it should.
There was no white light to go into like in the TV series Ghost Whisperer, however, there definitely was a great sense of peace and excitement of what was to come next.
You see I know I am going to die most likely in the next 5 -20 years maximum.......or maybe tomorrow
And I want you to know that is fine with me.
Do you realize that you too are on an eventual 'path to death'. If it is tomorrow for you, will you have that peace to go?
It’s easy to have it. If you don’t know how to have it drop me an email or a phone call 613-272-5477 and ask.
For those of you have been praying for me.......thanks.
For those who do not believe in prayer ..................thanks for your thoughts.
They all work and are much appreciated.
So far my lasting effects of this episode are constant left side headache, dizziness and loss of balance...........this too shall pass if God wants it to.
Ron ......A bit more ‘unbalanced’ and ‘dizzy’ than usual, however.......... still here.
Thanks
Love
Ron
It was 2:45 pm Tuesday December 5, 2003. It was a cold dreary damp December day. I was in Perth, with my in-laws in my car waiting for me to make a bank deposit and then come to our house for supper.
To get to the bank, my in-laws suggested I take a short cut through the pharmacy which opened into the bank. As I entered the pharmacy my right hand felt exceptionally cold on the door knob.
Once inside, I became overwhelmed with a strange feeling and my legs got wobbly. I walked over and leaned on the counter and immediately asked the clerk to call an ambulance because I was having a stroke. She did not believe me and then I lost all control over my right hand and she and I both saw it drop at my wrist and just hang flopping at the end of my coat sleeve. Then my right arm fell limp to my side up past my shoulder and my face went numb.
As I waited for the ambulance I looked around the room and laughed to myself. I was going to die (I really thought I was dying right there) in a store that I had never been in before. I continued to think to myself “God you have such a sense of humour............You are having me die in a pharmacy in Perth, when I would much rather die on a Mission experience in a developing country”.
Since this is now 2009, we know I did not die that day. The lasting effects of that episode six years ago was a slight loss of sensations on my right side especially with a very slow recovery for my right hand.........my fingers are still numb and I have little fine motor abilities.
Fast Forward 6 years.
It was 11:30 am Sunday October 25th 2009, a beautiful fair festive fall day in Cayuga, Ontario..... ½ an hour west of Hamilton. I was in the Cayuga United Church and had just finished telling a story of my several visits in Nairobi, Kenya with my friend Bishop Joseph Moffat Killioba.
Joseph’s son Paul Killioba, is visiting here in Canada and he was just about to preach the sermon. As the host church Pastor, Paul Currie, was thanking me for my introduction of Paul’s Nairobi church I could hear him, but I could not see......focus ....on him or the front of the church. Either my eyeballs were rapidly spinning or my brain was out of control....again.
All I could make out was two circles of objects turning in front of my eyes and I could not stop this vision with my eyes open, so I sat down and closed my eyes, rested my head on my arm on the pew in front of me, and began to be cold and sweat profusely at the same time. Once, I realized I was in ‘grave’ trouble again, but still alive I again laughed to myself and thought: : “O.K. God ..........this is much better........at least this time I am in church and have just talked about my mission visits to developing countries and now the son of my dear friend Joseph Moffat .................Paul Killioba, is preaching as I die”.
Why did I tell those two stories.......... well in both of them even though I felt I was dying on the spot, I felt at peace and comforted that all was unfolding as it should.
There was no white light to go into like in the TV series Ghost Whisperer, however, there definitely was a great sense of peace and excitement of what was to come next.
You see I know I am going to die most likely in the next 5 -20 years maximum.......or maybe tomorrow
And I want you to know that is fine with me.
Do you realize that you too are on an eventual 'path to death'. If it is tomorrow for you, will you have that peace to go?
It’s easy to have it. If you don’t know how to have it drop me an email or a phone call 613-272-5477 and ask.
For those of you have been praying for me.......thanks.
For those who do not believe in prayer ..................thanks for your thoughts.
They all work and are much appreciated.
So far my lasting effects of this episode are constant left side headache, dizziness and loss of balance...........this too shall pass if God wants it to.
Ron ......A bit more ‘unbalanced’ and ‘dizzy’ than usual, however.......... still here.
Thanks
Love
Ron
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