Monday, January 16, 2023

Mom's Very Last Years



Many may question the value of a very aged life, like my Mother’s.  She has memory loss, yet always knows me when I come to visit her, and also knows my name.  She also refers to my husband, although now she can’t remember his name as she did one year ago.  She also vaguely remembers my children.


Now it is also hard to hear her when she speaks.  I have to lean over close to her so that I can understand her garbled words.  Her enthusiasm or happiness  or emphasis about something is sometimes expressed through clapping.  This seems to give a release to her emotions and perhaps the privilege of being a little more energetic, as now she cannot walk alone nor has the strength to use a walker.


And yet through her existence from bed to rocking chair in her room, to puzzle table in the Solarium to dining room and back to bed after supper, I have never heard her complain.  She generally has a ready disposition to be happy.  During my visits I have never seen her sad.  She might get a little disgusted with her pureed food, however, she simply pushes it away without saying anything negative.  


I have been so very blessed by my extended visits to see Mom.  Each time I have taken the trip to be with her, I have come away with a deep sense of peace and joy.  I have felt refreshed and comforted.  Each time I have been tremendously blessed.  


What is the value of the life of a 102 year old Christian, who can no longer “work” for God?  One who can’t “witness,” or do good works, but is utterly dependent on everyone else for help?  Is this life useless, and should it just be done away with because it isn’t much good for anything anymore?  God forbid!


I can hardly believe the way God has used Mom to minister to me during this last year.  With the death of my second husband, a sense of deep loss entered my life, especially as I lived the same so keenly with the death of my first husband twenty years ago in Spain.  I have often felt alone, and noted the hollow emptiness in my home.  


And yet every time I go to visit Mom in the nursing home, I have the sense of going “home.”  In her presence, I don’t have to be something; I don’t have to even necessarily talk; I can totally relax.  Mom and I can be together in her little half-room, and hardly say a word, but there’s a deep sense of contentment because we’re together.  I don’t feel rated, or evaluated, or graded.  I don’t have to be correct or right enough or nice enough.  It is just enough for me to just be in the same little room with her.  


With the sorrow of my loss of two husbands, Mom has been a source of great comfort — not because she says anything about it, but simply because she is “Mom,” and with that comes a deep sense of comfort and peace and belonging.  


Her life in these last years has meant so much to me.  I look forward to every trip to see her, and come away feeling filled with the blessing of God.  


Let us never look on the life of our parents with disdain, no matter how old or incapable they are.  God is still using them to give us the place we so often need — something on earth that still touches the warmth of “going home.”

Friday, April 30, 2010

Will You Be Blown Away? / ¿Te llevará el viento?

In English:
I looked over the ground with expectation and delight. My big garden was now planted. In my imagination I could already see the summer produce--green peppers, tomatoes, eggplant, green beans, zucchini squash, pumpkins and melons.
During the following days little green shoots poked through the soil and claimed their ground in the straight rows. With pleasure I rejoiced over the small growth I saw every day.
However, one planted row showed no signs of life. "Why aren't the melons coming up?" I wondered.
Perplexed, I stood with Antonio, the gardener, looking at the empty row. I wanted the whole garden to grow, melons included.
Bending down, Antonio carefully broke the surface of the soil where the melon seeds were planted. "The seeds do not lack moisture," he said, as he felt the humidity of the soil.
He then dug down to the buried seeds. "The seeds aren't even sprouting," Antonio observed.
Rolling the soil back over the seeds he said, "Perhaps they need a little more time. We'll give them a few more days."
I continued to watch my garden grow. I delighted to see new life springing out of the ground, except for the lifeless row of melons.
A few days later Antonio came to check on the garden again. Kneeling down, he again dug into the soil where the melon seeds lay.
He found some of the seeds, but they still showed no signs of life. "What is the problem?" he wondered.
Then Antonio decided to break one of the seeds in half so that he could look inside. I saw that he looked surprised and hardly knew what to say as he looked at the broken seed in his hands.
I started to lift the seed out of Antonio's hand so that I also could look at it. However, before I could look, the breath of a slight breeze whisked it out of my fingers and blew it away. Carried by the air, the light seed blew away because it was nothing but chaff. The melon seed was completely hollow on the inside!
Our lives are held by outer shells. Some shells hold genuine life, and others do not.
When Christ came to earth, He said to mankind,
"I came that they might have life..."
(Gospel of John 10:10)
He meant genuine abundant eternal life. Only the seed planted into Christ sprouts up into genuine life within us.
Don't be lost like chaff that blows away.
Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ with your whole repentant heart and receive His life. You will then be a seed with true life planted for eternity.
"He died for everyone so that those who receive his new life
will no longer live for themselves.
Instead, they will live for Christ, who died and was raised for them...
This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person.
The old life is gone; a new life has begun!"
(From the Bible:
2 Corinthians 5:15-17)
En español:
Observé mi parcela con ilusión expectante. Por fin había plantado un huerto. Ya me estaba imaginando los productos del huerto--pimientos verdes, tomates, berenjenas, judías verdes, calabacín, calabazas y melones.
Durante los próximos días, empezaron a asomar brotes verdes entre la tierra, cada uno reclamando su particular terreno en su recta fila. Me regocijaba con cada mínimo crecimiento que observaba de día en día.
Sin embargo, en una de las filas no había señales de vida. "¿Por qué no están creciendo los melones?" me pregunté a mi misma.
Cuando vino Antonio, el hortelano, nos quedamos los dos perplejos mirando la fila vacía. Quería que creciera todo el huerto, melones incluidos.
Antonio se agachó y con cuidado rompió la superficie de la tierra donde estaban plantadas las semillas de los melones. "No les falta humedad", dijo, mientras palpaba el suelo.
Cavó hasta encontrar las semillas enterradas. "Las semillas no están ni siquiera brotando", observó.
Volvió a cubrir las semillas y dijo, "Puede que necesiten un poco más de tiempo. Vamos a darlas unos días más".
El huerto seguía creciendo cada día. Me alegraba ver el progreso de vida brotando de la tierra--menos la fila con las semillas de melones, que no daba señales de vida.
Antonio volvió al huerto unos días más tarde. Volvió a agacharse y a cavar en la tierra donde estaban las semillas de los melones.
Encontró algunas de las semillas, pero todavía no mostraban señales de vida. "¿Cuál será el problema?" se preguntó.
Entonces Antonio partió una de las semillas por la mitad para verla por dentro. Ví que parecía sorprendido y que casi no sabía qué decir mientras observaba la semilla partida en sus manos.
Empecé a coger la semilla de la mano de Antonio para mirarla también. Sin embargo, antes de poder mirarla, una leve ráfaga de aire la levantó de mis dedos y se la llevó. El aire se llevó la ligera semilla porque no era nada más que paja. ¡La semilla del melón estaba completamente vacía por dentro!
Nuestras vidas se contienen en cáscaras exteriores. Algunas cáscaras encierran vida genuina, y otras no.
Cuando Jesucristo vino a la tierra, dijo a la humanidad,
"...yo he venido para que tengan vida..."
(Evangelio de San Juan 10:10)
Quería decir vida genuina, abundante y eterna. Solamente una semilla plantada en Cristo brota para vida genuina dentro de nosotros.
No seas como el rastrojo que se llevó el viento.
Cree en el Señor Jesucristo con todo tu corazón arrepentido y recibe su vida. Entonces serás una semilla plantada con vida auténtica para la eternidad.
"...por todos murió, para que los que viven,
ya no vivan para sí, sino para aquel que murió y resucitó por ellos...
De modo que si alguno está en Cristo,
nueva criatura es;
las cosas viejas pasaron;
he aquí, son hechas nuevas".
(De la Biblia:
2 Corintios 5:15,17)






Saturday, March 27, 2010

Easter / Semana Santa

In English:
The greatest gift is not heaven when I die, but new life from the moment of belief in the Lord Jesus Christ.

The greatest sin is not to value that gift for who He is.

Jesus Christ is the only way for me to adequately see my sin.
The Lamb of God was slain for my sin and resurrected in victory.
He is the gift to all who believe in HIM.
This is what Easter is all about.


En espanol:
El regalo más grande no es poder estar en el cielo cuando muera, sino tener nueva vida, desde el momento de creer en el Señor Jesucristo.

El pecado más grave es no valorar ese regalo por quien Él es. Jesucristo es lo único que me dará un concepto adecuado de la gravedad de mi pecado.

El Cordero de Dios fue sacrificado por mi pecado y resucitado en victoria. Él es el regalo a todos los que en Él creen.
De eso trata la Semana Santa.







Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Where has my Time Gone? / ¿Dónde se ha ido el tiempo?

In English:
When I lived in the village, I could have spent hours and hours walking. The people of my village love to walk for hours on the dirt roads through the fields, while they enjoy spectacular views.

When I learned about Facebook I could have spent hours and hours connecting with friends. All of a sudden I was in touch with people that I have not seen for years.

When I moved into my small apartment I could have spent hours and hours decorating this little place, in order to make it just "perfect."

When I became a widow I could have spent hours and hours watching movies in order to drown out reality. I could have filled my life with activities in order not to think.

Years ago I read a small book, "From Now On...," by Ralph Shallis. To my amazement he wrote about spending one tenth of his day with God -- two hours and twenty minutes a day.

"This is practically impossible," I thought, until God bore down on my heart that I should at least give it a try.

However, perhaps one of my "feel-good" Christian mistakes is to think that a little bit of my daily time spent with God make me good and Him happy.

I need to realize that all time belongs to God. And with that time He invites me to know Him -- to enjoy Him. He longs to develop His mind in me.

What consumed my time today? Did I use it for the best? Have I been with God?

To that end He gave me His Book -- that I may know GOD!

"Oh, that we might know the LORD!
Let us press on to know Him."
From the Bible: Hosea 6:3

En español:

Cuando vivía en el pueblo, podría haber gastado horas y horas paseando. A la gente de mi pueblo le encanta pasar horas paseando por los caminos de tierra en el campo, disfrutando de las vistas espectaculares.

Cuando conocí la red social Facebook, podría haber gastado horas y horas volviendo a conectar con mis amigos. De repente estaba en contacto con gente que no he visto por años.

Cuando me mudé a un apartamento en la ciudad, podría haber gastado horas y horas decorando este pequeño espacio para hacerlo "perfecto".

Después de quedarme viuda podría haber gastado horas y horas viendo películas para ahogar las penas. Podría haber llenado mi vida con suficientes actividades para no tener que pensar.

Hace años leí un pequeño libro, "Si quieres ir lejos...", por Ralph Shallis. Me sorprendió leer que pasaba un diezmo de su tiempo cada día en comunión con Dios -- dos horas y veinte minutos al día.


"Esto es prácticamente imposible", pensé, hasta que Dios puso la carga en mi corazón de por lo menos intentarlo.

Sin embargo, tal vez uno de mis errores como cristiana es conservar mi sensación de bienestar pensando que un poquito de tiempo diario dedicado a Dios hará que yo sea buena y Él feliz.

Necesito reconocer que todo el tiempo le pertenece a Dios. Y con ese tiempo Él me invita a conocerle -- a disfrutar de Él. Desea desarrollar su mente en mí.

¿En qué cosas he gastado hoy mi tiempo? ¿Lo he utilizado para lo mejor? ¿He estado con Dios?

Para ese fin Él me ha dado su Libro -- ¡para que conozca a DIOS!

"Conozcamos, pues,
esforcémonos por conocer al SEÑOR".
De la Biblia: Oseas 6:3

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Solutions for Being Alone / Soluciones para la Vida Solitaria

In English:
"Connie, you need to get your act together!" one of my dear male neighbors said to me with concern. "Look for a life companion so that you don't have to live alone. I found a woman, and after a few phone conversations, I invited her to spend three or four days with me at a hotel in order to see if we understood each other. And things are going great for me. It's a lot better than living alone. What you have to do, Connie, is find a man with whom you can share your life and not be so alone."

Immorality is not only limited to youth. Many people my age also have their flings. Because they are now older and find it hard to live alone, they reason that it is better to find a companion to live with, sleep with, travel with, and with whom to have fun. They also reason that it is OK to overlook whatever contrary view God might have regarding these decisions.

However, the Bible reminds us of truths related to those of us who have a relationship with Christ.

To have a true relationship with Christ means we obey Him.

"...Since we have died to sin,
how can we continue to live in it?"
Romans 6:2

"Run from sexual sin!...honor God with your body."
1 Cor. 6:18,20

We must be careful to not overlook the commands of Romans 6 if we want to live for Christ.

"Do not let sin control the way you live,
Do not give into sinful desires."
Romans 6:12

"Do not let any part of your body become an instrument of evil to serve sin.
Instead give yourselves completely to God,...
So use yur whole body as an instrument to do what is right for the glory of God."
Romans 6:13

Simply because I'm a little older now does not give me the excuse to spend a few nights in a hotel with a man because I don't have anyone to travel with. Neither does it permit me to live with a man and not get legally married. And neither does it permit me to let my hormones do what they want to since I've lived alone all these years. It's as much sin at 61 years of age as it could have been at 16.

May God help us -- yes, to get our act together -- and live for HIM!
Christ is enough for every desire of the heart.

"Now you do those things that lead to holiness..."
Romans 6:22

En español:
"Connie, debes espabilarte", me dijo uno de mis queridos vecinos en su preocupación por mi. "Búscate un compañero para que no tengas que vivir sola. Yo he encontrado una mujer, y después de varias conversaciones por teléfono, le invité a pasar tres o cuatro días conmigo en un hotel para ver si nos entendíamos. Y las cosas me van fenomenal. Es mucho mejor que vivir solo. Lo que tienes que hacer, Connie, es buscarte un hombre con quien puedas compartir la vida, y no seguir sola".

La inmoralidad no se limita a los jóvenes. Mucha gente de mi edad también tiene sus aventuras. Como ya son mayores y es triste vivir solo, piensan que es mejor buscar una pareja con quien vivir, alguien con quien compartir la cama, alguien con quien viajar, alguien con quien divertirse. Piensan que por sus circunstancias está bien pasar por alto cualquier perspectiva contraria que pueda tener Dios sobre el asunto.

Pero en la Biblia nos recuerda verdades relacionadas a los que tenemos una relación con Cristo.

Tener una verdadera relación con Cristo significa obedecerle.

"...Nosotros ya hemos muerto con respecto al pecado;
¿cómo, pues, podemos seguir viviendo en pecado?"
Romanos 6:2

"Huid, pues, de la inmoralidad sexual...debéis honrar a Dios...con el cuerpo..."
1 Cor. 6:18,20

Debemos tener cuidado de no pasar por alto las advertencias de Romanos 6 si deseamos vivir para Cristo.

"Por eso, no dejéis que el pecado siga teniendo poder sobre vuestro cuerpo mortal, obligándoos a obedecer los deseos del cuerpo".
Romanos 6:12

"No entreguéis vuestro cuerpo al pecado como instrumento para hacer lo malo.
Al contrario, entregaos a Dios, como personas que han muerto y han vuelto a vivir.
Entregad a Dios vuestro cuerpo como instrumento para hacer lo bueno".
Romanos 6:13


Simplemente porque sea un poco más mayor ahora, no me da la excusa de pasar unas noches en un hotel con un hombre porque no tenga con quien viajar. Tampoco me permite vivir con un hombre sin casarme legalmente. Y tampoco me permite dar rienda suelta a mis hormonas porque me he encontrado sola todos estos años. Será pecado tanto a mis 61 años como lo hubiese sido a los 16.

¡Qué Dios nos ayude -- sí, a espabilarnos -- a vivir para EL!
Cristo es suficiente para cada anhelo de corazón.

"Esto sí os trae provecho,
pues el resultado es una vida consagrada a Dios..."
Romanos 6:22


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Maturity / Madurez


In English:
Maturity is not a guaranteed process. Instead, maturity is often a painfully stretching experience, crucial for our growth. Maturity means I learn how to make a correct decision and act accordingly, whether I feel like it or not.

After I lived as a widow for about six months, I got up one morning, walked through the dark house, and pulled up the living room shutter.

During those months I laughed little. Within myself I achingly thought, "It would be so good to laugh again -- heartily!" I felt like my life was an endless plain with nothing exciting or interesting ahead.

That morning as I pulled up the shutter, I saw a spectacular sunrise. The golden clouds adorned the gorgeous sky painted pink, red, gold and blue. God was putting on his show!

A clear thought like a gentle command went through my mind,

"Sing to the Lord!"

But then a darker thought immediately followed it,

"I don't want to sing!"

At that crucial moment I faced a decision,

"Will I sing or not?"

In a squeaky, off-tune trembling voice, I started to sing:

"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost!
Amen."

Nudged by the heavenly choir director, I had decided -- I WILL sing!

The Doxology was enough for that day. I only sang it once.

The next morning I went to the window and pulled up the shutter again. That morning the sunrise was not pretty. The sky was simply white, grey and blue. However, influenced by yesterday's decision, I sang the Doxology once more. This time it felt easier to sing.

After that I started to sing more spontaneously, and sometimes sang while I worked around the house.

The small decisions of every day mark our growing maturity. They show whether we make correct decisions or not, no matter how we feel. We may choose to grow, stand still, or slowly die.

What would have happened if I had decided not to sing that day?

"[God] chose [his people] to become like his Son..."
From the Bible: Romans 8:29

En español:
La madurez no es un proceso garantizado. Al contrario, a menudo la madurez es una experiencia dolorosa que nos lo exige todo, a la vez crucial para nuestro crecimiento. Ser maduro significa aprender a tomar una decisión correcta y actuar de acuerdo a ella, lo queramos o no.

Después de estar viuda unos seis meses, me levanté una mañana y crucé la casa oscura para subir la persiana del salón.

Durante esos meses, había reído poco. Pensaba afligida, "Sería tan bueno empezar a reír de verdad". En aquel entonces la vida para mi era como una llanura interminable sin ilusiones ni nada interesante por delante.

Esa mañana cuando subí la persiana, vi un amanecer espectacular: una obra maestra magnífica, un cielo pintado en tonos rosados, rojizos, dorados, y azules adornado con nubes de oro. Dios estaba dirigiendo su espectáculo.

Un pensamiento muy claro como un tierno mandamiento pasó por mi mente,

"¡Canta al Señor!"

Pero en seguida un pensamiento más oscuro lo siguió,

"¡No quiero cantar!"

En ese momento crucial me enfrenté a la decisión,

"¿Cantaré o no?"

Con un hilo de voz temblorosa y desafinada, empecé a cantar:

"¡A Dios el Padre celestial,
al Hijo nuestro Redentor,
y al eternal Consolador,
unidos todos alabad!
Amén".

Motivada por el director del coro celestial, había decidido -- "¡Cantaré!"

Esa "Doxología" me bastaba para ese día. La canté solo una vez.

A la mañana siguiente fui a la ventana y subí la persiana otra vez. Esa mañana no contemplé un hermoso amanecer. Blancos, grises y azules muy ordinarios adornaban el cielo. Sin embargo, influida por la decisión de ayer, volví a cantar la Doxología. Esta vez canté con más gusto.

En los días siguientes empecé a cantar más espontáneamente, y a veces cantaba mientras hacía mi trabajo en casa.

Las decisiones pequeñas de cada día marcan nuestra madurez creciente. Muestran si tomamos decisiones correctas o no, sean cuales sean nuestros sentimientos. Podemos escoger crecer, estancarnos, o morir lentamente.

¿Qué me hubiera pasado si ese día hubiera decidido no cantar?

"...los predestinó a ser hechos conforme a la imagen de su Hijo..."
De la Biblia: Romanos 8:29

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Banging on the Door / Los Golpes en la Puerta

In English:
It was a beautiful day. I was in the garden pulling weeds. The bright sun gave radiance to everything -- even flowering weeds. The glistening snow covered the mountain in the distance and put the crowning touch on the natural beauty of the village. I loved the fresh clean air and the tranquility as I worked in my garden.

All of a sudden three hard bangs broke the morning silence. The noise sounded like someone banging against a metal wall -- bang! bang! bang!

"What is that?" I wondered with a little concern.

I continued to pull weeds, but moments later the same loud blows worried me.

"What is going on? Is someone trying to break into something?" I silently worried as I peered over my garden wall.

Again -- bang! bang! bang! -- but this time I recognized where the noise came from.

"Aha, I should have known. It's the sheep!" I said with a slight smile. I noticed that the lot across from my garden was empty, and the sheep were still in the barn.

The frustrated sheep could stand it no longer! They wanted out of the dark barn! In their angry impatience, they butted their heads with all their force against the metal door -- trying to force it open or break it down.

"Mmm, maybe I should join them," I mused.

Bang! Bang! Bang! I've tried to open those closed doors of my life many times. But I've ended up just like the sheep -- with nothing but a bad headache! Inside my dark pen I fume, frustrated and impatient.

Sometime later the shepherd came. She opened the door with a smile, gently reprimanding the sheep for their impatience. They ignored her as they ran out the door and looked for their next bite of food.

I'm sure that the shepherd in my village heard the banging, just as I did. However, she had good reasons for opening the door when she did.

I don't know if sheep understand the meaning of patient trust. I don't know if I do. Perhaps I should realize that faith in the Great Shepherd quietly rests in Him. The Shepherd knows when to open the door. I could save myself a lot of headaches!

"Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen;
it gives us assurance about things we cannot see."
The Bible: Hebrews 11:1

"...keeping our eyes on Jesus,
the champion who initiates and perfects our faith."
The Bible: Hebrews 12:2

En español:
Un hermoso día me encontraba en el huerto arrancando malas hierbas. El sol brillante hacía todo radiante -- aún las malas hierbas en flor. La nieve en la montaña lejana brillaba como diamantes, dando el toque final a la belleza natural del pueblo. Por mi parte, estaba disfrutando del aire fresco y limpio y la tranquilidad mientras trabajaba en el huerto.

De repente tres golpes fuertes rompieron el silencio de la mañana. Sonaba como si alguien estuviera dando golpes a una pared de metal -- ¡pam! ¡pam! ¡pam!

"¿Qué es eso?", me extrañé un poco preocupada.

Continué arrancando las malas hierbas, pero momentos después escuché los mismos golpes. Esta vez me alarmaron más.

"¿Qué está pasando? ¿Alguien está tratando de forzar algo?", pregunté en silencio mientras miré de reojo sobre el muro del huerto.

Lo oí otra vez -- ¡pam! ¡pam! ¡pam! -- pero esta vez reconocí el lugar de procedencia del ruido.

"Ah, lo tenía que haber sabido. ¡Son las ovejas!", me dije medio sonriendo. Me fijé en que la parcela en frente del huerto estaba vacía y que las ovejas tenían que estar todavía dentro del cortijo.

¡Las ovejas tan frustradas no podían aguantar más! ¡Querían salir de ese cortijo oscuro! Impacientes y enfadados, daban golpes con sus cabezas con todas sus fuerzas contra la puerta de metal -- intentando forzarla o romperla.

"Hmm, a lo mejor tendría que estar allí yo también", medité.

¡Pam! ¡Pam! ¡Pam! Tantas veces he intentado abrir esas puertas cerradas de mi vida. Y he terminado igual que las ovejas -- ¡sin nada más que un fuerte dolor de cabeza! Dentro de mi cortijo oscuro me enfado, frustrada e impaciente.

La pastora llegó un poco más tarde. Abrió la puerta con una sonrisa, reprendiendo tiernamente a las ovejas por su impaciencia. La ignoraron al correr hacia fuera, buscando que comer.

Estoy segura de que la pastora de mi pueblo oiría los golpes, como yo. Pero tenía buenas razones para no abrir la puerta antes.

No sé si las ovejas pueden entender el significado de una confianza paciente. No sé si lo entiendo yo. Tal vez debiera de reconocer que la fe en el Gran Pastor descansa con confianza en Él. El Gran Pastor sabe cuando abrir las puertas. ¡Podría ahorrarme tantos dolores de cabeza!

"...la fe es la certeza de lo que se espera,
la convicción de lo que no se ve".
La Biblia: Hebreos 11:1

"...puestos los ojos en Jesús,
el autor y perfeccionador de la fe,..."
La Biblia: Hebreos 12:2