Sunday, July 21, 2013

Risky Living




Two friends this week asked, with some concern, "Do you kayak alone?"
Yes. I do. But I have a boat filled with emergency measures. I have kayaked for years now, and I have assessed the likely dangers.
Danger #1: Drunk motorboats collide with me.
Solution: I have my OSHA regulation Kazoobie Kazoo boat horn. I have been told in no uncertain terms that when I blow it, it destroys the hearing of anyone within 15 feet of me. Even drunk motorboat captains will be alerted well before impact, and hopefully have the wherewithal to veer off, or be in danger themselves of losing their hearing. I could also hop in the water out of the path of the boat.
Danger #2: wasp attack.
Solution: Yes, wasp build nests on the low overhanging branches at the river banks. I know to look for them, and I never let my paddle or my kayak swipe a low branch. I also advise all who kayak with me to avoid low branches. However, should I by accident bash a wasp nest, and incite a swarm, I have benedryl in my dry sack with me at all times. Two benedryl should hold off anaphaleptic shock long enough for me to get off the water and get to a hospital. I could also hop in the water to avoid getting stung.
Danger #3: heat prostration and or sudden drop in blood sugar.
Solution: I have an extra large water bottle, and an emergency package of peanut butter crackers. I could also hop in the water to cool off, munch my crackers, and rest.
Danger #4: Armageddon.
Solution: This one is easy. Whenever I kayak, I pray. Not because I am particularly concerned about Armageddon but because being in the midst of nature, I am overcome with worshipping the One who engineered this magnificent setting just for me.
I could also hop in the water and be baptised, though it would be unnecessary and redundant since I already have been. However, it is a nice symbol of being washed clean in entering eternity with The Lord. But mostly, I should not have any problem with Armageddon because I have put my faith in Jesus, accepting his atoning sacrifice on the cross in my stead, and thus when I die, I know I will instantly be ushered into the presence of God, of which the beautiful Catawba river is only a pale reflection.

So what else could happen? I have all the likely bases covered. Life is not without risk, but I really am not a risk taker. The risk would be staying home and missing the joy of living, or venturing out like I did yesterday in the early morning, while the air was cool, and the osprey were fishing, and the water was peaceful and quiet, and I felt like I was gliding down the river of Heaven.
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My life is always at risk, but I do not forget your law. The wicked have set snares for me, but from your precepts I do not stray. Your testimonies are my heritage forever; they are the joy of my heart. (Psalms 119:109-111)





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