Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Caught up in the Rapture

This entry may be my last. If at least some of us disappear suddenly from planet Earth this Saturday, it has been nice knowing my family and friends.

May 21 is supposed to be Judgment Day, when Jesus gathers his Christian followers into the heavens, leaving behind nonbelievers, according Harold Camping, president of Family Radio. According to the San Francisco Chronicle, Camping calculates May 21 as the big day because allegedly it’s exactly 7,000 years from the date of the Noah’s Ark flood. Camping estimates that 200 million people worldwide will disappear into the heavens. The other 7 billion humans are SOL. (I’ll use the clean translation: So outta luck.) The rest may die in a massive global earthquake. (What? The 9.0 magnitude temblor in Japan wasn’t the Big One?)

Rapture watchers have pointed to signs such as the mysterious mass deaths of birds; fish dying by the thousands in Southern California waters; huge earthquakes in China, Japan, and Haiti; floods in the Midwest; the Gulf of Mexico oil spill; and global climate change.

While I follow Jesus, I don’t believe the rapture is going to happen Saturday for two reasons. First, I’ve been through this before. In 1972 a Jehovah’s Witness friend warned me to prepare for the Second Coming that year. As a naïve eight-grader whose father is a Pentecostal Christian, I not only believed my friend, I spread the news to other schoolmates. When the Second Coming didn’t come, I lost credibility with my friends. One of them broke off our friendship.

Second, I tend to agree with Mark 13:32-33 in the Bible: “No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Be on guard! Be alert! You do not know when that time will come.” (New International Version) So, if neither the angels nor Jesus Christ knows when the rapture will occur, how would a mere mortal know? After all, the Bible is not The Da Vinci Code.

But, to be safe, I will make copies of my house keys and drop them off with my siblings before Saturday so my two cats can be fed and kept safe. Although I follow Jesus, I don’t presume to believe I will be gathered up by him. Nor do I presume that my siblings and friends will die in a massive earthquake. I just hope to be ready if it happens.

Writing Diva

Saturday, May 7, 2011

A Mother's Gifts

This entry offers no suggestions for what to get your mom for Mother's Day. (If you haven't bought anything yet, why are you reading this entry? Get out there and find something!) Today I'm writing about gifts that a mother leaves her children after she leaves this world.

My mom passed away almost 13 years ago. I can safely say it was the saddest day of my siblings' and my life. For a while none of us wanted to celebrate Mother's Day after her death. After all, what was the point? Mom wasn't with us anymore.

Then my sisters launched a new tradition. My sisters and I go to the cemetery to put flowers on Mom's "eternal condo" and on the graves of our maternal aunts and maternal grandmother. Then we go out to brunch to catch up on each other's lives and remember Mom and our departed relatives.

In the years after Mom's passing, I realized that she hasn't really gone away. She left each of us sisters with a "gift" -- Mom's characteristics revealed in each child.

My older sister T1 loves children, just as Mom did. T1 also has a generous heart and is the one who most frequently contacts our relatives, especially Mom's side of the family. And, despite her earlier protestations, she inhered Mom's cooking gene. She loves to cook, and she prepares great dishes and a carrot cake that reminds me of Mom's. (Who knew?) But don't mess with T1. She packs a punch!

T2, my younger sister, inherited Mom's eyes and no-nonsense way of taking care of business. Friends and family have learned the hard way not to tell her about their problems. She refuses to be a sounding board; she wants to be the solution. I remember in Mom's final days she was hospitalized and not getting the attention we believed she deserved. T2 got on the phone to Kaiser's doctors and told them that she had no qualms about going to court to make sure Mom was taken care of. One messes with T2 at one's own risk.

However, T2 has a soft side, too. She is a loving wife to her husband J and is a nurturing mother figure to her nephews and nieces. She and her husband want to adopt a child or two. I think she would make a great mother, the way Mom was.

The sister I think channels Mom most, though, is D. She also inherited Mom's eyes and nose and is serious. But D has a silly side, too. She can pinch you surreptitiously and then say, "What?" Both D and Mom have a mischievous side.

D is also sensitive like Mom and doesn't take a lot of crap. Also like Mom, D rarely cries in public. D is good with money, fastidious with clothes and neat in housework, and is the most self-sufficient person I know.

As for yours truly, I've been told I look like Mom. I'm highly sensitive. But I don't see as much of a resemblance in characteristics. I'm not as neat as she is, I can barely cook, I'm not that good with children, and I'm shy. I could only hope to be like Mom.

To those of you whose mothers are still with you, wish them a Happy Mother's Day. And for those whose mothers are no longer with them, remember the gifts she gave you. Those memories will make you smile.

Writing Diva