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The quality of faith and memories

Monday, July 7th, 2008

I don’t have as reliable a brain as computer memory possesses, but as I face the fact of my mother’s mortality, I can’t help but find comfort in some familiar stories she’s told and retold time and again ease my mind about the solidity of my mother’s faith.

Here’s the first one:

When my mother was young, she saw a procession of building parts being hauled by her house to a place in town where a new church was being built. As a young girl she’d been wondering where she needed to go to find God, and on that day, she felt He told her: to that very building. She made sure her parents gave her the chance to go there.

Here’s another:

Sometime later, the biggest question in my mother’s mind about God was the whole question of Yeshua’s resurrection on the third day; after all, dead things don’t come back to life. The empty tomb bothered her; it made the Gospel feel like a children’s story instead of the truth.

Well, mom had a pet frog along with one of her brothers and one of her sisters. He lived under a staircase. One day, the frog died, as creatures eventually do, and the three of them carefully placed it in a shoebox, held a funeral for it, and buried it in the back yard. But on the third day, her mind kept returning to that frog; she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

So she dug it up. And what do you know? The frog was gone. The shoebox was empty.

“That’s when I decided, OK, God, I’m never going to doubt you on anything you say, ever again,” is how mom always ended that story.

With stories like that, I have to believe that haShem has honored the faith of my mother and will welcome her into the kingdom of heaven. It’s what she’s clung to no matter how much life has changed or disappointed her in the past 70 years or so (she’s 78).

I believe God honors those with sincere hearts seeking to know and honor him; he’s not someone who’ll toss someone aside for minor issues, like the fact that she called the Son of Adonai Jesus Christ instead of Yeshua the Messiah.

It’s not in Adonai’s nature to be petty; that’s our specialty.

First visit since the diagnosis

Monday, July 7th, 2008

This past weekend, my wife and I had our first visit with mom since she was diagnosed with cancer. Here’s what we know: it’s stage four cancer of the pancreas, as well as some spots of lung cancer from her smoking habit. Today (Monday) she was meeting with another doctor who would be describing the course of treatment, care options and the like that he would be recommending for her case.

It’s a tough, grim diagnosis and a topic that makes something as common and pedestrian as door hardware seem like a preferrable topic of conversation. But as we visited, I was struck by our ability to make the time together enjoyable and fun, rather than morose and full of tears.

I suspect we were all trying to create some good memories to fall back on, once this progresses a bit more. That’s what I think. And I think it’s needed.

Mom tires too easily to go out for lunch anymore, so we brought a homemade meal to her. My wife, who is a wonderful cook, fixed up some homemade spaghetti sauce and brought it down with noodles and cheesy garlic bread. On the trip down, we stopped by a grocery store and picked up six different kinds of brownies: peanut butter, cherry frosted, mint chip, German chocolate, caramel and regular fudge. We all had a taste of each of the ones we liked.

We left the leftovers with Mom and Dad to make sure they had something nice to heat up for the next few meals. We took pictures and played cards and handheld games together at the table, talked some serious stuff but didn’t allow our time together to become dominated by the cloud of doom trying so hard to hover over us and spoil our time.

The end comes of each of us, eventually, until Yeshua’s return; with Mom, we have a warning that it’s coming soon, so I’d rather spend that time letting her know what she means to both my wife and me, creating as many good memories as we can in the time that’s left, than sitting around weeping about what we cannot change.

There will be time enough for tears in private… before she passes, and after.