Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Inner Survival Alarms

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen

We all have various reactions to different kinds of alarms, whether conditioned, learned, or provided by the Master Engineer. Some reactions may be a combination of inner and learned, such as reaching for a gun or freezing in place at hearing a growl in the dark. When the smoke alarm goes off, we take some kind of action. Sirens from emergency vehicles prompt us to locate the sources and get out of the way. We several built-in alarms.


Last night could have been my last night. The Master Engineer has given us inner survival alarms, one of which prompted me to stay alive.
Credit: Morguefile / Stuart Whitmore
Something goes bang, you look in the direction of the sound. Hearing a strange noise at night can wake many people up so they can check it out or call the police. One time, I sat upright in bed because I had stopped breathing and disremembered to continue, but that passed. Smelling smoke, with or without an audible alarm, can get you moving. Taking hold of a hot pan sends a very fast message in your system to let go in a hurry. 

Animals have inner alarms too, of course. Sometimes I worry that Basement Cat will smother herself in her fur because of an awkward sleeping position, but her breathing warning will kick in. 

I had something different happen that set off an inner alarm.

This is a tricky situation as far as wording is concerned, trying to strike a balance between including relevant information and omitting details that would be unpleasant. I also don't want to sound overly dramatic, but what happened could have made me ring down the curtain and join the choir invisible.

Last night (Tuesday the 18th) was a vexation. Something went on with my stomach that hasn't happened for a long time, and my night episode may have been the worst. Feeling a bit queasy at bed time, I took a couple of antacids before hitting the hay. Suddenly, I was awake and choking, having vomited in my sleep (sorry, can't find a better way to put it). There wasn't much, but I had inhaled it. That inner alert mechanism had me waking up and standing almost instantly, and I went into the bathroom to cough and gag. I had to do some very slow, controlled inhalations so I could cough out the stuff. The whole situation lasted a spell until it was under control and I was breathing again. Sure, I'm ready to go to be with Jesus, but who wants to die that way?

I've had acid reflux incidents at night before and thought this was possibly the most severe episode. However, my wife had some bad stomach feelings Tuesday night as well. Both of us had some, uh, symptoms that lasted into this morning, so we think there was something wrong with supper. It's been almost 24 hours, and I'm still not quite right, plus exhaustion from having my sleep interrupted and being unable to get comfortable while propped up. I regretted leaving the workplace early but it was necessary. (Having a good reputation for attendance helps, they know I'm not being cavalier about going home sick.) Near-exhaustion and stomach problems are an unpleasant combination, plain and simple.

Although my demise was possible, I don't think it was likely. But I thank God that he not only gave me (and us) those inner survival alarms, he has granted me more time in life to continue serving him.


Thursday, September 8, 2016

When Does It End?

Can you spare a couple of minutes? 

I have to deal with spells of depression (and will not go back on the meds after several years away from them),  and have a tendency to look on the dark side of life. But still, this is important. (Did you know that Elijah, Jonah, and others in the Bible struggled with bouts of depression? Well, never mind about that now.) I'm saying that I get a bit reflective, possibly more often than some folks.

My parents and oldest brother have passed away. None of that was a shock, we knew their times were near. Several years ago, someone I knew who had self-medicated with a powerful medication she bought on the street overdosed and died, never having reached age 30. A couple of weeks ago, one of the few people I met on the Internet and also met in real life died. Then I learned that Kerry Stoutenburgh of Kingston, NY was swimming in Maryland, and "died from a rare infection caused by an amoeba known as Naegleria fowleri". She was 19.

Most of these people thought they had tomorrow waiting for them.

I had a recent visit to the doctor, and she wants me to have some tests done because the condition could turn cancerous; I could die. Although that would cause much rejoicing among certain atheists, and apathy among some Christians, I'd prefer to keep going on the work that God has given me. But when he whistles and says, "Saddle up, it's time to go home!", you can bet I'm a-goin'.

How long do we have? Sooner or later, and often unexpectedly, we all have to stand before our Creator. I'm ready. Are you?
Image credit: Morguefile / mensatic
Do I have tomorrow? I might not make it home from work, what with the way people drive here in Kingston. (I suspicion that they drive like maniacs everywhere nowadays.) For that matter, there have been a few times in my life when I almost wound up taking a dirt nap from traffic or other quirky circumstances. Or maybe that heart thing will act up. Until that time, I must remain faithful to my calling.  

By the way, I have an offbeat sense of humor as regular readers of my sites have seen, but it occasionally gets a bit dark. I could be gone, but people wouldn't know it based on scheduled posts and articles, those could keep dropping in for days. Well, seems funny to me, anyway.

Will any of our lives make an impact? Will I be in the Creation Science Hall of Fame? (Not hardly! LOL!) It doesn't matter about our achievements, money, fame, prestige, power, status in The Company, or anything else. Only what we have done for God will matter in the long haul.

Whether I die moments from now, in a few weeks, or am left here to proclaim the truth of creation, refuting evolution, and the authority of Scripture, trying to edify and equip the saints — what about you? I don't care about your religion and rituals, "lack of belief", excuses, "reasons" for disbelief, compromise, that you watched a couple of religious movies. Guess what? Neither does God, because stuff you do doesn't make you right with him.

We are all going to stand before him, ready or not. I'm ready. God accepts me despite my many failings, because Jesus Christ is the Lord of my life. God the Son took the form of a man, died on the cross for my sins, was buried, bodily rose from the dead, ascended into Heaven and sat down at the right hand of God the Father. The Holy Spirit has sealed and lives in me. Death has been defeated.

All I am, all I have, is through the grace and mercy of God. I have been saved by grace through faith, and that is not from any religious rituals or good deeds on my part, it is the gift of God.

There's no second chance when this life is over. Can you spare a couple of minutes? Here's a link that may be helpful to you.

In the name of Jesus Christ,
Cowboy Bob Sorensen