My reis met God en mense

In koue kliniese universiteitsgange word gefilosofeer en kunstig geredeneer oor definisies vir omgee en liefhê wat in boeke en artikels beskryf kan word vir die genot en erkenning van die akademi-sie. In donker benoude gange en hospitaalkamers vat 'n swart verpleegster my hand en sê ek moenie bang wees nie - twee rowwe verpleegsterhande verander in die sagte hande van God en 'n skoonmaker trek die beddegoed reg - ek voel skoon en menswaardig koffie en beskuit word soos nagmaalbrood en wyn en ek dank die God wat na my toe kom in die donker gange van my lewe....

My 17th day with covid and tenth day in die covid-ward. In the last three days my passion to live started overcoming my fear to die... If death only meant to close your eyes and wake up in a another room then surely I would be ready to leave...living a life with God. Because of His grace I have no fear of that.... But if death means leaving behind and letting go of people who became your whole life; leaving them behind in a world that is also not their home (Jim Reeves) and let them live with the empty space and tears you left, then I want to cling to this world and life with both hands and live for every grasp of oxygen.  Life is not something in a distant sphere far  away from here - it is living with God and His people in this world He gave us...and every day and memory and breath of fresh air is a present not to be missed...