Creation |
I do not think there is anyone on earth who does not, at least once a day, marvel at creation. It could be a weaver building a nest, a beautiful kitten or puppy, a majestic volcano erupting, a single rosebud, a school of tropical fish amongst the coral, the birth of a child. Wherever we look at whatever time of day, we see the magnificence of creation. Did it all start with a blob of rock infused with fungus landing on our planet, or a magical atom discovered under a rock? Whatever ones opinion is of how it all started, one thing is for sure, today's scientific evidence alongside ancient established religion, can live in absolute harmony and coexistence.
St. Anthony's Monastery, Egypt - 1700 years of Coptic Prayer |
Before I connect the dots between Faith, Hope and MSA, I think I need to start right at the beginning. The earliest recollection I have of anything "religious" was my late mother doing her very best to get me to go to confirmation classes (My father had died when I was very young). I was baptised a Presbyterian but never confirmed. It simply was not to be and for most of my life I steered away from anything spiritual. I did however enjoy and appreciated visiting some of the most beautiful and ancient cathedrals, especially in France.
Rose Window - Chartres Cathedral |
An experience I had in my 20's was rather unusual and left me with a feeling of "I wonder why?" I was spending a few days at the Guerlain factory in Chartres, France and during one lunch time, I ventured out and walked down to the famous Chartres Cathedral, well known for a magnificent, huge round stained glass window. It was made of a special blue glass only made in the region. Fortunately it was never damaged during the world war. As I walked into the Cathedral and moved towards the Altar and Sanctuary, time sort of stood still, and I was touched on the shoulder by a guide/security fellow who asked me if I was aware of what I had just done. I was standing in the centre of a labyrinth that was laid out on the floor and evidently, unbeknown to me, I had walked the entire labyrinth! I had done something that monks had done for centuries as a form of meditation and prayer. Must have been when "time stood still" for me. Perhaps that was when a being greater than me, instilled the first inkling of what was to come.
Labyrinth - Chartres Cathedral |
Having lived in Hong Kong for a number of years, I was fortunate enough to have travelled to various far east countries and was exposed to Buddhism, Shintoism and various other religions. Nothing grabbed my attention nor rocked my boat. It was years and many ups and downs later, that are part of all our daily lives, when Christianity appeared once again in a most unexpected way. My life has been full of unexpected journey's, each one reaching a high and ending in a low. This has been my honest experience. One of the worst was while living in Cape Town and due to unforeseen circumstances, my business started to collapse and I had a heart attack. To keep my staff employed, I was forced to sell the business. I had made up my mind that I would leave the city life and move to countryside living where life was said to be more relaxed and laid back.
Andy sadly passed away and we are pleased that we have remained in contact with his dear wife Laura. It is interesting to note, Andy was born and raised in Port Elizabeth! A few year ago, my partner, without any prompting from me, converted to Catholicism.
Whatever religion you follow (or not), always have great Faith, Hope, Prayer, Love and Courage as you traverse the difficult and challenging way ahead. Spread the word, make sure you talk about MSA to everyone that touches your life. It is a rare disease that everyone needs to know about.
[If you have not read the first post of this blog, I recommend you visit HERE and read in chronological order, it will make my journey a little clearer for you]
(Next.. Moving Forward with MSA)
Keep Safe,
Neill
Andy (RIP), Laura, Me |
A dear friend and colleague of mine bought the business and asked me to please stay on as manager for at least a year until he could find a replacement. He did everything he could to try to get me to remain in Cape Town and not move. I had made up my mind and together with my partner, we started searching for a suitable village to move to. During the year, my friend Andy had massive heart failure and was in hospital having had a pacemaker fitted. We visited on a Saturday and spent some time with him and his wife. He was restless, kept on looking at the electronic graph and listening to the beeps of his monitor. He would not relax and let the pacemaker take over and do its job. The hospital staff and Laura his wife were very unsettled and worried. On leaving, I remember saying to my partner that this could be the last time we saw Andy alive.
The St. Francis of Assisi San Damiano Crucifix |
Then it happened! On awaking the Sunday morning, I had a shower, dressed in a suit (I had not worn a suit for years!) and said I was going to Church! Save for a few baptisms, weddings and funerals, I had not been in a Church for many, many, many years. My partner was agog and followed suit. He asked what Church we were going to and why. At the time I was not sure what prompted me, however the why was easy, I just KNEW I had to go somewhere and pray for Andy! The only Christian Church in the area, was five minutes away from our home, the Holy Redeemer Catholic Church. Both of us walked in with a little apprehension and sat in the back pew. During the Mass we had no idea what was going on, we stood up, sat, knelt and stood up umpteen times taking our lead from the rest of the congregation. What I did UNDERSTAND was the format of the Mass. The scripture readings from the old testament, the new testament, the psalms, the Gospels, the homily and the Holy Communion. Needless to say, we returned the following Sunday and the next, when I said to the parish priest that I thought I would like to CONVERT to Catholicism, the mother Church of Christianity. The rest is history, I became a Catholic Christian and have never looked back. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that this was Divine intervention, there is no other explanation.
St. Luke's Retreat Centre |
One aspect of this momentous occasion in my life, was our house hunting in the countryside. The number one priority was that there was a Catholic Church in the village we choose. We moved to Bedford, became involved with Parish life, especially the youth activities, opened a Bed and Breakfast and small business revolving around cooking with lavender. I also got to know the Bishop of the Diocese, when I created the first website for the Eastern Cape province. Things were ticking along and one day, while on a course in Bedford, facilitated by a Nun from the USA, there was another, totally unexpected, Divine intervention. Being a rather heavy smoker and during any break, I usually rush out and light one up. On this occasion I did not (Why?), I sat down next to another nun, Sr. Anacleta and asked her where she was staying while in Port Elizabeth. She said St. Luke's Retreat Centre and that the Bishop was worried because the manager was leaving shortly for the USA and they could not find a replacement. At that INSTANT, I knew that I was destined to move to Port Elizabeth and become the new manager. Within days the negotiations with the Bishop were complete, our house put on the market and preparations for the move made. Almost eleven years later, I am still at St. Luke's. Who would ever in their right mind, me included, think that one day I would actually work for the Church? In hindsight, one thing I do know, my life was being GUIDED by one person only and that person was my creator. My journey at St. Luke's over the years has also been filled with many up's and down's.
Andy sadly passed away and we are pleased that we have remained in contact with his dear wife Laura. It is interesting to note, Andy was born and raised in Port Elizabeth! A few year ago, my partner, without any prompting from me, converted to Catholicism.
We pray for research benefactors and hope for a speedy cure for MSA |
The dots.. Faith, Hope, MSA. We always have many questions in life. I have talked about the highs and lows of one's life journey and looking back I asked myself, why did I buy a good business (High), why did it crash (Low), why did Andy buy my business (High) why did Andy die (Low), why did we move to Bedford Village (High) why did the move not go as planned (Low), why did I choose (or did I?) to work for the Church (High), why was I diagnosed with MSA (Low).
In between all these and many, many more up's and down's throughout my life, since my conversion there has been the absolute FAITH and understanding, that I am being guided by the Holy Trinity. Much prayer has taken place, and within these prayers there has always been the HOPE for a good outcome or resolution. My prayers have always been answered, however not always in the way I had envisaged! Knowing the absolute certain outcome and travelling through my last meaningful journey, living with MSA, is in a strange way almost liberating. For the first time in my life I KNOW the outcome (Low) and I am moving forward with great HOPE to the mysterious and probably, the Highest point in my life! Putting up with all the negative aspects of MSA is the last cross that I have to carry.
In between all these and many, many more up's and down's throughout my life, since my conversion there has been the absolute FAITH and understanding, that I am being guided by the Holy Trinity. Much prayer has taken place, and within these prayers there has always been the HOPE for a good outcome or resolution. My prayers have always been answered, however not always in the way I had envisaged! Knowing the absolute certain outcome and travelling through my last meaningful journey, living with MSA, is in a strange way almost liberating. For the first time in my life I KNOW the outcome (Low) and I am moving forward with great HOPE to the mysterious and probably, the Highest point in my life! Putting up with all the negative aspects of MSA is the last cross that I have to carry.
Whatever religion you follow (or not), always have great Faith, Hope, Prayer, Love and Courage as you traverse the difficult and challenging way ahead. Spread the word, make sure you talk about MSA to everyone that touches your life. It is a rare disease that everyone needs to know about.
[If you have not read the first post of this blog, I recommend you visit HERE and read in chronological order, it will make my journey a little clearer for you]
(Next.. Moving Forward with MSA)
Keep Safe,
Neill
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Multiple system atrophy (MSA) is a rare, degenerative neurological disorder affecting your body's involuntary (autonomic) functions, including blood pressure, breathing, bladder function and muscle control. MSA shares many Parkinson's disease-like symptoms, such as slow movement, rigid muscles and poor balance. Treatment includes medications and lifestyle changes to help manage symptoms, but there is no cure. The condition progresses and eventually leads to death. Read my Journey with MSA @ https://msainsouthafrica.blogspot.com