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I have shared the story many times, but not here, of my mother\u2019s passing; or to skirt the euphemism, her death. She would have been a hundred years old next year, and died a couple decades ago. The circumstances attending her death were fairly remarkable, but all the times I have shared the story my contexts were medical, statistical, and with emotions bouncing like a pinball between sad and astonishing and humorous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But a friend recently saw them in a spiritual context. Through the years I certainly appreciated the spiritual component, but not the lessons worth sharing. Cue Paul Harvey\u2019s \u201cNow you\u2019ll know the rest of the story\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My parents had moved to Florida as many retirees are wont to do; my two sisters and I remained up north, visiting on occasion. The occasions grew frequent, however, when Mom\u2019s health slipped precipitously. She had been a lifelong Christian, church-going and always devoted to Jesus. Not affecting her salvation but affecting her health were also unfortunate lifelong devotions to cigarettes and booze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Smoking and drinking accelerated her decline from various ailments, although, oddly, her lungs and liver were about the only things that worked right as she eventually was placed on a hospice list. I hope it is not a \u201cspoiler\u201d to any reader to share that hospice is not a get-well regimen: it is, formally, a recognition that the patient is dying, and is designed to make those final days or months comfortable, not expecting a cure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mom was put in home-hospice care with visiting nurses; my sisters and I rotated visits to Florida to help Dad and say our good-byes. Stubbornly, it seemed, my mother got weaker, and stronger; she grew foggy, then lucid; she wasted away but hung on. Each of our \u201cgood-byes\u201d were in fact \u201cso longs,\u201d as my sisters and I returned again and again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
During one of my visits a kindly neighbor said, \u201cIt must be hard to lose your mother\u2026\u201d I replied: \u201cIt\u2019s almost impossible!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However Mom did go downhill until she was barely conscious. In a virtual coma. We were able to put a chip of ice or bit of Jell-O between her lips, only a few times a day. She exhibited several of the \u201csigns of impending death\u201d the Hospice booklet listed. Finally for two solid days there was not a sign of life from her beyond a weak pulse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then one night \u2013 I slept on the living-room sofa next to her hospital bed \u2013 she made a faint gurgling sound. No other signs or movement. Almost 24 hours later, she mumbled; no discernible words, but an apparent attempt. On the next morning, there were words, but random and unconnected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Over the next days she managed more ice chips and Jell-O and even broth. And she spoke words. Sentences. They made sense. I\u2019ll tell you how much sense: they were Bible verses. Fragments at first, then random, then full verses, but as if in her sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bible verses! Mom was not opening her eyes or making eye contact at first; but she was reciting passages from the Bible. Soon she recognized us, spoke our names\u2026 but rather than asking where she was, or why we looked so concerned, she just recited Bible verses. Eventually, lines from hymns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will leap ahead, so to speak. Mom recovered her strength. The bed was put aside. She resumed a life, slowly (she moved around the house, but with a walker). She gained some weight. She never had eaten much, but now she did eat and even cooked \u2013 we all had a Florida Thanksgiving reunion where she prepared a full meal. She did not resume drinking, and I was grateful that my kids were able finally to know their Oma \u2013 sober, and tender and funny, as I had known her in my own childhood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She lived almost a full \u201cbonus\u201d year before a natural death overtook her. Hospice nurses said that patients were known to live maybe six months after being \u201clisted,\u201d but they scarcely knew of bounce-backs like Mom\u2019s, much less of a full year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But when I told Mom of her \u201cbounce-back\u201d while she seemingly was unconscious\u2026 she was as incredulous as nurses or neighbors were. I have said that she was religious all her life, but she knew that she never had committed all those Bible verses to memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRick, some of them I know, of course. And I\u2019m sure I heard them all in Sunday School and church, or have read them, but I never memorized all of them! I never tried to!\u201d I read to her the verses she recited from that deathbed\u2026 and try as she might, she could not recite them from memory again. But there had been many, and they had risen from her lips, complete and correct.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was the story I often have told \u2013 shame on me, almost like describing magic tricks or a trained-seal act. My friend refreshed me with the spiritual lesson. What had sustained Mom when medicines did not? What \u201cfilled those empty spaces\u201d? We witnessed an example of \u201cthe Lord worketh in mysterious ways His wonders to perform.\u201d What lessons should the rest of us learn from this?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Psalm 119 talks about \u201chiding the Word in our hearts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had known that verse, and always assumed it was a recommendation to memorize Bible verses. It is. But more than that, it tells us (in Isaiah 55) that \u201cMy Word that goeth forth out of My mouth shall not return unto Me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The power of God\u2019s Word blessed my mother, even when it had been heard and processed casually. It accomplished things in her. It blessed us, and may it bless those who hear this story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFaith comes by hearing\u2026\u201d There is no seed that when planted cannot grow in mighty ways, multiply, and feed others. Let us just be the fertile soil. God will plant; the Spirit will nurture; Jesus will be glorified. Please be encouraged to keep the things of God close, even in “casual” ways<\/em>, whether words, messages, songs; open to lessons the Bible offers, or Christian music you can listen to. Absorb. Share. Hide in your heart<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the end, it wasn\u2019t hard to lose my mother. She was ready, after a few more tasks \u2013 even if she did not fully know the assignments \u2013 at the End of the Way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n + + +<\/p>\n\n\n\n