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Ngombe mjinga hupeleka ndama karibu ya barabara. Tongues? No its Swahili. It basically says that a stupid or despicable cow leads her calf near the road. This is an african proverb loosely built on the first Psalm that says that, “Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor sits in the seat of scoffers but his delight is in the Law of the lord.” There’s been lots of deaths recently. History is punctuated by stories of legends and village idiots alike who have done truly selfless altruistic feats. In the same breath history inks the chronicles of people who died and in their death caused untold devastation and merciless deaths of many others.
One gentle man (if I can call him that) Samson in the Bible used a broken donkey jaw bone in his prime as a weapon of mass destruction. He rearranged a few skulls, made a few others visit their dentists and matched out of the battle field whistling in time for dinner -without even raffling his well greased hair. So says the revised Suday school version of the events. This mild mannered gentleman’s last stand-up act was when he infamously took his own life by bringing down a Philistine temple like a stack of dominos held by tooth picks. He killed about 3,000 stunned revellers; almost as many people as died in the American September 11th World Trade Centre attacks of 2001. If you can recall, the death toll of that dreadful September 11 attack was said to be about 2,995, including the alleged 19 hijackers. Oh yes , there was also at least one secondary death – one person was later ruled by a medical examiner to have succumbed from lung disease due to exposure to toxic fumes and dust from the World Trade Center’s collapse.
Death is an inevitable end for every body. It is an appointment that we all regrettably keep. For it is appointed for man to die and after that … the Judgement. It’s an inevitable conundrum as closing your eyes while yawning. Death is God’s grim ripper of souls. Recently, an over zealous man mowed down his own father and eight other people…on his own wedding day.
A Turkish bridegroom accidentally killed three of his relatives after firing an AK-47 as he celebrated his wedding. The groom was attempting to shoot bullets into the air at the ceremony in Akcagoze, in south-eastern Gaziantep province. But instead he managed to hit a number of guests. His own father and two of his aunts were hit and later died in hospital.
At least eight other people including children were injured. Firing guns into the air is a common occurrence during celebrations both in Turkey and across the Middle East. –Daily Mail
The most twisted glorification of death is when people are put on the false performance treadmill to believe in the urban myth of absolution by death. It falsely supposes that if at death they commit even the most atrocious and notoriously wicked acts, the act of horrific dying will absolve them of all liability or responsibility and inadvertently attains an instantly sinless perfection credited to them. By killing them selves they then qualify for salvation and enter into a blissful paradise inhabited by numerous virgins or untold sensuous rewards. Very tempting I must say for any fallen man. But I should also add that God takes note of all senseless atrocities done in his name as much as he notes a reclusive sparrow falling to the ground in a far side African jungle. Do we still need to kill each other to attain a righteousness of our own? Does taking the life of another venerate any body? Death breaks the union between the body and the soul, but perfects the union between God and the soul.
Charitie Lees Smith (1841-1923) the hymn writer draws a parallel and points us back to the cross where one man died for the sins of despicable man. Crushed by God with the weight of man’s sin on his bosom. Jesus Christ was the propitiation for our sin. This sinless man died a substutionary death. This man himself was God dying for his flawed and…despicable me. I felt a calm assurance and rejoiced when I came across the words of Charitie ‘s hymn Before the Throne of God Above:
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.
Should there be any more needless deaths? Only if it is the grim reaper knocking with the message, ‘Its your turn, for the Good Judge awaits thee, O despicable one.’