I AM THINKING ABOUT PACKING...
But seem to not accomplish much.... Today seems to be an excellent day to procrastinate. Petal (our Bichon Frise dog) and I are enjoying a day of little stress. She is asleep on my bed as I am typing. Tomorrow I will have to pack as I will be leaving for the Bay Area on Sunday after I preach at River Pines Bible Church.
On Sunday when I leave home I will be packed for my trip to Travis Air Force Base where I have an appointment on Tuesday with a doctor who specializes in radiation therapy to kill some unwanted cells in my body.
Hopefully the weather will be pleasant in the Bay Area on Monday because I love to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge, eat some Chinese food, ride the Cable Cars, look at things which I cannot afford and would never buy if I could do so.
Then on Tuesday it is only about a 45 minute drive to Travis AFB for my early morning appointment and another adventurousome day.
SOME MUSINGS
I have been reading a book about written by a man who canoed the Congo River with all its hazards. He reminded me of something which I knew but had given little thought to. Dr. Livingstone, the famous British explorer, trekked across Africa looking for the source of the Nile River. In 1873 while traveling in Africa he lost his last great battle to Malaria and internal bleeding caused by dysentery.
In my distant past while traveling in England, I had opportunity to visit his crypt in Westminster Abbey. It is not a well known how he got his body traveled across Africa on the thousand mile trip to the East Coast of Africa to be placed on a ship destined to take his remains to London.
He had two trusty attendants who carried his body across the country to place it on theship. After breathing his last, they removed his internal organs including his heart which was buried under a tree. His body cavity was then filled with salt and with aid of the hot African sun and continual bathing in brandy was preserved for the trip. With his legs bent back at the knees to make the body easier to transport, off they went carrying his body to the East coast of Africa. But before the body was placed on the ship, a note was pinned to the body saying, "You can have his body, but his heart belongs in Africa." Eleven months after his death, his body was laid to rest.
I identify with the simple statement, "You can have his body, but his heart belongs in Africa." I plan on being there this ssummer.
