by Andrew Jones
Four years have now passed since I barely survived malaria in Africa. Quinine saved my life. And so I will pour a gin and tonic on World Malaria Day, 2020.
This global day of focus on the fight against malaria arrives at an unusual time for our world struggling with a different pandemic, for which there is still no vaccine or cure. A few months ago, few Westerners knew much about quinine as a cure for malaria but, because of the coronavirus, have suddenly become quite well acquainted with its fascinating history as “Jesuit bark”, the British military origins in creating gin and tonic, and the relationship of quinine to more modern synthetic derivatives, such as hydroxychloroquine, recently touted as a possible treatment for Covid-19.
Although this claim regarding hydroxychloroquine is currently being strongly disputed by scientists and researchers, tonic water is still in short supply in grocery stores as people continue to drink “g and t’s”, in the hope that the small amount of quinine present in tonic water might help them in their cause to prevent coronavirus.
Quinine, as almost everybody now knows, is derived from the bark of the cinchona tree, originally from Peru but grown in many countries. Jesuit missionaries were responsible for spreading its usage globally and it has a very nuanced and
interesting history regarding politics, finance and religion.
I didn’t know much about quinine at all until 2016, during a trip through West Africa, when I came down with the deadly cerebral malaria caused by the Plasmodium falciparum parasite, which accounts for 50% of the world’s malaria and almost all its deaths. It was quinine that the doctors used to cure me. Ever since then, gin and tonic has been a special drink for me, not for any medical benefits it might offer but rather because of my personal connection with people through history who have fought against malaria.
Quinine is not the only basis for mixers thought to prevent malaria. Various kinds of wormwood have also been used for the same reason. Absinthe, for example, was given to French solders who thought gin and tonic was too English. Grand Wormwood is used in absinthe. Petite Wormwood has been used in Campari and Vermouth. The cocktail called Malaria Killer has both quinine (tonic water) and occasionally wormwood (Campari). Sweet Wormwood in China has been used in the form of tea and contains artemisinin which is the basis for another powerful malaria cure, especially when compounded with other drugs. In fact it is often preferred over quinine and offers less side effects.
Gin and tonic, with sugar and a twist of lime, was created by British soldiers in India who struggled with malaria. Sugar was necessary because there was a high dose of the bitter tasting quinine, much higher than what is found in today’s versions of tonic water. It was hoped a gin and tonic would help prevent malaria. To cure the disease, the usual dose in the 1850’s was two grains of quinine a day or 120 milligrams. Probably not high enough to make a big difference for most patients.
The famous missionary doctor David Livingstone also created his own malaria elixir using quinine, rhubarb, sherry and adding jalap and calomel as laxatives to combat the side effects. It was later offered under the name “Livingstone’s Rousers”.
David Livingstone took an intense interest in malaria during his travels through Africa in the 1850’s to 1870’s. He slept under a bed net and left his boots on while he slept because mosquitos, he believed, were attracted to the smell of feet. He was proven to be correct. In fact I suspect I contracted malaria through mosquitos biting my feet at night as I traveled across Africa in a crowded Toyota van. But I suppose we will never know.
Livingstone was also a pioneer regarding the dosage of quinine needed to effectively cure malaria. According to Sonia Shah, author of The Fever: How Malaria Has Ruled Humankind for 500,000 Years, David Livingstone, upon noticing disappointing results with quinine used to cure his one of his malaria infected party members, increased the dose around 15 times, to 30 grains or 1.8 grams. As it turned out, Livingstone was correct and his recommended dosage is similar to what is administered today. He even suggested taking quinine “until the ears ring”.
Ringing ears is one of the many side effects of quinine, sometimes called cinchonism. I also experienced this kind of deafness, not being able to hear or even understand what people were saying to me. Acting like a zombie. Although a more disconcerting side effect, especially for my children who visited me in the hospital, was “blackwater fever”, when red blood cells burst in the urine and cause it to turn the color of Dr Pepper.
But the side effects were inconsequential compared to eliminating this malaria from my body. I had in the past month been a patient at two hospitals in Ghana. The first hospital misdiagnosed the disease and treated me for something else. The second correctly told me I had malaria but their treatment over nearly a week failed to rid my body of the disease.
Now back in USA, I entered my third hospital, 60lbs lighter than what I am now, and with orange colored skin. The doctors told me I would be lucky to survive the treatment and were forced to give me blood transfusions to get me through. But I did get through. My son picked me up after a week of quinine treatment and carried my skeletal but still-alive body into the back seat of the car. Quinine saved my life. My wife, who was traveling with me, contracted malaria the same time as I did, but was not so lucky and did not survive. She had just left for Ethiopia and entered a different hospital. I do not know if they used quinine or not. She left behind five children and a husband who all miss her very much.
On World Malaria Day 2020, I lift a glass of gin and tonic in the memory of my lovely wife and with much sadness and empathy toward the million people who will die this year from insect borne diseases, and the families that will struggle to live without them. I raise my drink to honor the researchers, scientists, philanthropists, medical professionals and entrepreneurs who continue to fight malaria with bed nets, vaccines, medical cures, more accurate testing equipment and effective repellents that all form an essential arsenal in this age old battle with the biggest killer of humans in our entire history.
Drink with me. Fight with me. Cheers.
Andrew Jones
Andrew is currently involved in a number of anti-malaria initiatives through Next Step, including Livful, a biotech startup that is working on a 16 hour non-toxic mosquito repellant.
by Lilly Lewin
It’s been a hard week for me. I have been very angry at governmental leaders acting like the economy matters more than people. I’m angry that people with loads of privilege don’t seem to get that others don’t have as much and need help and need more protections. I’ve had friends lose their parents and grandparents to the virus.
I’ve watched and read way too much news.
I’m longing for Friday at 5:30pm when I will take a break from Social Media and News for at least 24 hours of the weekend as a part of my Sabbath practice. It’s really helped me stay sane in the last few weeks. I’m thinking it may need to be longer.
In the midst of this anger and frustration, Jesus is reminding me to be thankful.
Jesus reminds me of Philippians 4:4-7
Don’t be pulled in different directions or worried about a thing. Be saturated in prayer throughout each day, offering your faith-filled requests before God with overflowing gratitude. Tell him every detail of your life, then God’s wonderful peace that transcends human understanding, will make the answers known to you through Jesus Christ.
The Passion Translation
Be Anxious for Nothing
But in Everything Give Thanks…
So I’m giving thanks today for a beautiful Spring this year in Nashville. We’ve had Spring as a season, rather than just jumping straight into Summer.
I am very grateful for running water and soap, especially when so many around the globe don’t have this basic.
I’m grateful for sunsets and beautiful evenings.
I’m grateful for butter on toast.
I’m thankful for FaceTime and Zoom gatherings and text messages from far away.
I’m grateful for Jane Austin movies and Downton Abbey.
And Friends who pray.
As a part of my gratitude practice, I’ve made signs for my mailbox and for my trashcans to thank the mail carrier and our garbage collectors and recycling guys for taking good care of us! I’ve left snacks to add to my thank you notes just to remind them that someone cares about their service. I know people have done this for delivery people too. Which is awesome!
Maybe you’d like to print out some signs and use them in your neighborhood to thank people on the frontlines where you live. Here are some PDFs ThankYou! TAKING CARE OF US and Praying for YOU that you can print out, decorate and put on your cans/bins, your mailbox or to give away! And really take time to pray for these folks who are on the frontlines taking care of us behind the scenes!
We have a practice in our thinplace gatherings of making a cup with our hands and picturing all the heavy stuff we are carrying around with us being heavy in our hands.
Then we imagine giving those things into the hands of Jesus and letting him hold these things for us. We can let Jesus hold them. We can let Jesus carry these things for us. And we don’t have to take them back!
Make a list of all the things you are carrying around. Those things that are heavy, the things that are making you angry or anxious and give them to Jesus.
Make another list of all the things you are thankful for today. Thank Jesus for these things. The big things and the really small things!
I’m praying for us all to take time to rest this weekend. To take the time to be thankful and practice gratitude for the little things along our way. And I’m asking Jesus to show us that he wants to carry all the junk for us so we don’t have to be carry or hold it anymore. Amen.©lillylewin and freerangeworship.com
by Sue Duby
I love morning quiet in my comfy chair. Chilly toes buried in a soft blanket. Shutters set just so for a perfect view of Spring’s magic explosion of life in the backyard. Favorite flowered china coffee cup in hand. A moment to exhale. Be still. Wait for a new whisper nugget for the day from Him.
Along the way, I dutifully grab my church-wide Bible reading list. Days behind, slightly guilt-ridden, I quickly begin flipping pages and skimming verses. More to scribble check marks down the page, than to ponder or listen attentively along the way. Suddenly, in the frenzied “doing”, I saw it… just a few words, but they jumped out, blurring all other words on the page… “Peace be with you”.
With Holy week reflection and Easter “Halleluiahs” now past, I’ve never pondered much how to navigate the “after”… the next steps following Easter Sunday Spirit-laced worship, heart-bursting gratitude for His resurrection and a sense of breaking through to the “other side” of Good Friday grief. And yet, Jesus reminds us that our journey with Him has truly just begun… and that we are not alone.
After washing His disciples’ feet (humble service) and sharing a last Passover meal (sweet fellowship), Jesus fills remaining precious moments with a summary teaching (loving encouragement and exhortation). In the midst, these words… “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John 14:27 NIV). A gift… His peace. A reminder… the world’s peace is not the same. A call to obey… don’t allow your hearts to hold fear. A seed planted for the future. Jesus likely sensed their unease. He knew what anxious times lay ahead. A simple reminder, with greater depth of truth than the disciples then understood.
Fast forward a few days. Triumph over the crucifixion by an empty tomb. Though Mary testified of the miracle, the disciples gathered together… “with the doors locked for fear of the Jewish leaders” (John 20:19 NIV). Then, in the midst, Jesus appears and speaks 4 simple words… “Peace be with you”. Not “Here I am!”. Not “The tomb is truly empty!”. Not: “I am who I said I was”. Not “Why did you not believe Me?”.
Rather, with His deep heart of affection, grace and mercy, just a simple “Peace be with you”. With all that Jesus may have desired to share, His focus zeroed in on his disciples. Knowing their human frame. Understanding that fear blocks understanding, ability to move forward and capacity to process truth. With compassion, He addresses their hearts first.
Curious that Jesus does not reprimand them for their fear. No stern “Why are you afraid? Don’t you know….”. Instead, a first statement of blessing upon them in their weakness. “Peace be with you”. A demonstration once again that He is FOR them and with them. Still present, still speaking, still encouraging.
As we journey this unpredictable, unknown, sustained season of pandemic, l so identify with the disciples. Hunkered down, experiencing varied measures of fear, so very aware of my own humanness and longing to taste His peace in full measure.
Like Jesus did for the disciples, He’s reminded me more times than I can count that He is, indeed, the God of Peace. That He is able to calm stormy waters in my heart. That He is present “in the midst of”… always.
And like the disciples, I need to hear it again… over and over… from His heart… “Peace be with you”. Whether fear over health, finances, continued isolation or unanswered questions, His love wins. He’s offering. I choose to receive the gift with joy and gratitude. “Peace be with you”… now and always.
by Tom Sine
As we celebrate the 50th Anniversary of EARTH DAY this week, I am deeply grateful for all the groups in all our countries that are working aggressively dealing with not just climate change, but now we are dealing with what is now a CLIMATE CRISIS.
In 2020s Foresight: Three Vital Practices for Thriving in a Decade of Accelerating Change, Dwight Friesen and I argue that the turbulent 2020s is the make or break decade!
If we are convinced that if we don’t turn around the amount of garbage we are putting in our air, and our waterways and God’s good earth in the 2020s… then quite frankly, our children and grandchildren will not have a future that will be sustainable.
While many mainline Protestant, Catholic and Orthodox Christians are not only concerned about the climate crisis but many are actively involved in work for climate change. That is not the case for many evangelical Christians. I am deeply troubled that so many older American evangelicals seem content to bequest a deeply polluted planet to their offspring and all those in the next generation.
However, thank God that recently some younger evangelicals decided to take decisive action in addressing the climate crisis and launched “Young Evangelicals for Climate Action”. Whatever your religious affiliation, they would welcome your support. Even though my roots are in the evangelical tradition, these days Christine and I find our home in COTA, a mainline church in Seattle, with many active young leaders.
As we celebrate the anniversary of the first Earth Day 50 years ago, it brings back very compelling memories for me because it was quite literally “my second conversion experience”!
On that first Earth Day, I was the Dean of Students at Maui Community College in Hawaii. James Dator, a Political Science professor, was invited to speak to a group of about 40 of us, primarily comprised of students.
I attended mostly out of curiosity. In my early 30s, I had prided myself on keeping up on what we used to call “current events”. However, I had no idea that our world was changing or that we were facing daunting environmental challenges. Dr. Dator’s presentation literally “turned my comfortable world upside down”.
My first response was to join 30 students in collecting over 50 huge plastic trash bags after the presentation. Then I followed them as we walked to a motel that was three blocks from the community college. I was surprised to view what attracted these students. The motel was located on the beach. As we walked around, there was an enormous mountain of the motel’s garbage from the past week. One of the student leaders explained that this was the regular pattern at this motel so the ocean could take it away.
I joined the students in the filling of those 50 bags and then they brought them into the lobby, which infuriated the motel manager. However, the students were resolute and by the end of the day, the manager caved in. He agreed to have the local garbage service to pick up the weeks waste in the future. The students applauded and were clearly delighted. In the coming months, they discovered other ways to become environmental activists.
For me, that first Earth Day was not only a “conversion” experience discovering my faith called to not only care for others, but God’s good creation as well. More than that, it was also a vocational call. It was a call to enable church leaders to learn from environmental planners, urban designers and business innovators to learn to anticipate the incoming waves of change….before they start planning.
Within three months, I moved to Seattle and began a doctoral degree in history at the University of Washington. But my advisor allowed me to create a minor in strategic foresight to enable evangelical, mainline and Catholic leaders to learn not only to anticipate environmental and societal change, but to learn to create innovative ways to respond to these new challenges in our lives, churches and communities that reflect the ways of Jesus.
If you want to catch up on not only the disruptive changes we are facing today, as well as new ones that await us in the turbulent 2020s, check out the new book by Tom Sine and Dwight Friesen called 2020s Foresight: Three Vital Practices for Thriving in a Decade of Accelerating Change that will be released in September 2020 by Fortress Press.
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by Christine Valters Paintner, PhD
Practicing Resurrection with All of Creation
Lent is a powerful season of transformation. Forty days in the desert, stripped of our comforts, and buoyed by our commitment to daily practice so that we might arrive at the celebration of Easter deepened and renewed. And yet this year, we were challenged to a much more severe Lenten experience, where many of our daily securities have been stripped away.
How do we then approach the glorious season of resurrection, and celebrate not just for that one day, but for the full span of 50 days. How do we savor joy in the midst of so much grief and heartbreak. Easter is a span of time when days grow longer in the northern hemisphere, blossoms burst forth, and we are called to consider how we might practice this resurrection in our daily lives.
My new book, Earth, Our Original Monastery, is rooted in my love of monastic tradition and practice: the gifts of silence and solitude, hospitality, daily rhythms, slowness, soulful companionship, and presence to the holiness of everything are gifts our world is hungry for. Over time, I began to discover the ways that Earth herself teaches us these practices. In the Celtic tradition it is said there are two books of revelation – the big book of Nature and the small book of the scriptures. Nature is experienced as the original scripture.
Thomas Merton, the 20th century Trappist monk who was such a genius at translating contemplative wisdom for a contemporary world often found his experiences in creation as some of the most profound spiritually. He writes, “How necessary it is for the monks to work in the fields, in the sun, in the mud, in the clay, in the wind: These are our spiritual directors and our novice masters.” For Merton, the elements of water, wind, earth, and fire are our original soul friends.
The monastic tradition is also filled with stories of the kinship between saints and animals as a sign of their holiness. The desert and Celtic traditions in particular have many of these stories, such as St. Cuthbert who would emerge from the sea each morning after prayer and otters would come to dry him off and warm his feet or St. Brigid who had a white cow as a companion who would give endless milk.
And of course, the great tradition of the creation psalms gives us a window into a worldview that sees all of nature singing praise together in the original liturgy.
How do we find resurrection in a season when many will die from this pandemic? How so we practice a deep sense of hope in the midst of economic uncertainty? What might happen if we let Earth teach us a new way of being?
Imagine if, during the Easter season, we each took on practices like these:
- Allow time and space each day to grieve fully, to release the river of tears we try to hold back so carefully. Listen to the elements and see what wisdom they offer to you for this sorrow and for how to endure.
- As our movements are limited, make a commitment to move slowly through the world, resisting the demand for speed and productivity that is tearing our bodies apart and wearing them down to exhaustion.
- Reject compulsive “busyness” as a badge of pride and see it for what it is—a way of staying asleep to your own deep longings and those of the world around you. Allow time to be present to birdsong and to notice the way creation is awakening through green leaf and pink bud.
- Pause regularly. Breathe deeply. Reject multitasking. Savor one thing in this moment right now. Discover a portal into joy and delight in your body through fragrance, texture, shimmering light, song, or sweetness.
- Roll around on the grass, the way dogs do with abandon. Release worries about getting muddy or cold or looking foolish. Or dance with a tree in the wind, letting its branches guide you. Don’t hold yourself back.
- Every day, at least once, say thank you for the gift of being alive. Every day, at least once, remember the One who crafted you and all of creation and exclaimed, “That is so very good.”
- Allow a day to follow the rhythms of your body. Notice when you are tired, and sleep. When you are hungry, eat. When your energy feels stagnant, go for a long walk. See what you discover when you try to attune to your natural rhythms.
Easter is a season of new life, which does not mean we deny the reality of death. Indeed nature requires the death of old matter to generate nourishment for growth. Make space for the sorrow and make space to listen for the rumblings of spring erupting around you.
Christine Valters Paintner, PhD is a Benedictine oblate and the online Abbess at Abbey of the Arts, a virtual monastery and global community integrating contemplative practice and creative expression. She is the author of 14 books on the gifts of monastic wisdom including her newest Earth, Our Original Monastery and her forthcoming second collection of poems The Wisdom of Wild Grace.
Christine Valters Paintner, PhD, REACE, OblSB
Author of 14 books including two new titles in 2020:
“Earth, Our Original Monastery is a love song–a sacred ecstatic chant in a language we somehow know.” –Janet Conner, author
“The Wisdom of Wild Grace: Poems is a GLORIOUS collection! An inspiring, luscious, deep delve into Earth Wisdom and lively tales of Christian saints; a spirited and intimate re-seeing of the desert mystics and beloved St Francis and Julian of Norwich, offering their transcendent wisdom through beautifully crafted poems.” — Judyth Hill, poet
AbbeyoftheArts.com: Transformative Living through Contemplative and Expressive Arts
by Lisa DeRosa
Celebrating Earth Week!
As you know, Wednesday is the 50th celebration of Earth Day and we had hoped to be able to get together and celebrate but COVID-19 changed all that. However, even though we are physically distant, we can still celebrate.
First, we can get out and walk in God’s good creation, enjoying the sights, here in the Northern Hemisphere of spring blossoming all around, in the Southern Hemisphere of autumn colours and the slow approach of winter. Even for those who live in densely urban areas, there are still opportunities to enjoy the beauty of what is around you – the freshness of a landscape with little pollution, the delight of weeds pushing up through concrete and creating gardens. So get outside, take some deep breaths and enjoy.
Second, we can join one of the virtual celebrations going on around the world. On Sunday, we entered into both the celebration and lament of Earth Day this year by watching this inspiring interfaith celebration at the National Cathedral in Washington, DC. You can check out some of the possibilities for Wednesday on Earth Day.
Here on Godspace, we want to help you enter into the celebrations too.
You can check out our growing array of Creation Care and Earth Day resources. And this week, we have several inspiring posts on Godspace for you to read so I hope that you will check back each day to enjoy those.
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A Prayer
Prayer is our armour,
peace a shield,
Your presence is a guard
against the night.
Great Mother,
we drink from your breast.
Great Father,
we fall into your deep well
of all sufficient love.
Like the woman who asked for the water
that would forever satisfy,
so she would not have to venture out,
we ask for water over our heads,
baptising,
pouring from our limbs,
our skin.
Silence is an eye in a storm.
Silence is the deep powerful centre,
the engine room of energy,
of quiet power.
In your silent presence is our peace
and grace,
our prayer forged shield.
And from your endless sustenance we drink
to the depth of our need,
and fill our water jars to overflowing.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
March 2020
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped
In burning flowers
I will take the sun into my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
alive
with closed eyes
~ ee cummings
‘Sir,” the woman replied, “You have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where then will You get this living water? Are You greater than our father Jacob, who gave us this well and drank from it himself, as did his sons and his livestock?”
Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again. But whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a fount of water springing up to eternal life.”
The woman said to Him, “Sir, give me this water so that I will not get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.”’
John 4:11-15
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