MY MOM – 1917 – 2007

My mother went to be with the Lord on March 12, 2007, fourteen years ago today. It’s hard to believe that I haven’t seen my mother in fourteen years. I take comfort in knowing that I will see her again one day when I cross over to the other side. In fact those were my last words to her when she was dying. I told her… “we will see each other again”. How wonderful is that!

1 Thessalonians 4:13 But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.

I wanted to share a little bit about her life for posterity. Who knows, maybe this post will find it’s way to someone in my family one day down the road.

My grandparents immigrated from Italy to America. Jennie, my mother, was born here in the U.S, in New York, in 1917. The story goes (as best as I can remember) that when she was a very young child she and her brother were playing by an open window and she fell out (he pushed her out?). By God’s grace a clothes line broke her fall, and landing on some grass she survived. Shortly after that incident her family went back to Italy. I’m not sure why they did that. It may have had something to do with her fall, but I’m not sure.

My mother returned to the U.S. when she was in her early 20’s. The world was at the brink of World War II at the time. Her father borrowed money and bought her a ticket to travel on a ship named the Rex. My mother had a friend who was going to America too, but her voyage was to be on a later ship. She wanted my mother to wait so they could travel together. My grandfather wisely urged my mother not to wait. He felt a sense of urgency that there should be no delay in her travel plans. My mother left Formia, her hometown, without her friend and travelled alone. It turned out that her friend never made it to America. Travel between the two countries ceased because of World War II. If my mother had waited she would have been in Italy for the duration of the war. Instead she spent those years with my father’s relatives here in the U.S. It was a difficult time for a young bride like my mother.

“Formia was severely damaged during World War II by the bombing of the allied forces.”

My mother only returned to Italy once for a visit, many many years later. She never wanted to go back. She had grown up in poverty and known suffering at an early age. There was no running water in the house she lived in with her parents and siblings, and often there was not enough food. She told me stories of going to draw water as a young girl, and bringing it home in a jug that she carried on her head.

My mother married my father before she left for America on the Rex. My father was supposed to follow her here within six months. Because of World War II my father’s trip was delayed for nine years, yes nine years, and for those nine years he wasn’t able to contact her, and she didn’t know if he was dead or alive. Then one day she had a dream, and in the dream a little bird was on her windowsill, and in his beak was an envelope. Shortly thereafter she received a letter from my father. And eventually after the war they were reunited.

But the most important journey of my mother’s life was her journey to the Lord! How wonderful is that! She was born again before she left this earth! You can read more about my mother’s life and her journey to the Lord here…

THE FLOWER FADETH

THE REMNANT

THE REMNANT

I am alone, Elijah said,

What was the Lord’s reply?

Reserved are seven thousand men,

A remnant who are Mine.

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Though prophets false abound today,

Hell’s gates shall not prevail.

There is a faithful remnant still,

Whose knees bow not to Baal.

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They’re hidden ones around the world,

Christ’s Body here on earth,

United in the Holy Ghost,

Because of their new birth.

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We have a cloud of witnesses,

The Lord stands with us too,

And brethren living in all lands,

This knowledge helps us through.

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So when we think alone we stand,

Remember that it’s true,

There’s always been, there’ll always be,

The remnant, faithful, few.

Cathy White 2007 ©

Romans 11:3-4 Lord, they have killed thy prophets, and digged down thine altars; and I am left alone, and they seek my life. But what saith the answer of God unto him? I have reserved to myself seven thousand men, who have not bowed the knee to the image of Baal.

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THE COVID-19 VACCINE

I was just wondering what the saints are thinking about the COVID-19 vaccine. The over 65 saints and the younger ones.

My concerns about the Covid-19 vaccine are that it was developed so quickly, and that it’s the “first of its kind”. I’ve taken vaccines in the past as a child and also before I’ve travelled when it has been recommended. But as I age I’ve become more cautious about my healthcare including what medications I’m willing to take, and this caution has also included taking vaccines. The side effects of certain medications at times seem to be worse than the disease they were meant to treat. And in our fallen world monetary profit can’t be ruled out when doctors prescribe medications, suggest surgeries, etc. We truly need the Lord’s wisdom in all that we do.

We here have taken all the prescribed precautions like wearing masks, doing curbside pick-ups, sanitizing, etc., and we haven’t really fellowshipped with our close by family since the beginning of the pandemic. Just a few short visits outdoors. Will the vaccine give us more freedom? I don’t think even the experts know the answer to that yet. We don’t know when, or even if this pandemic will end. Would I ever take the vaccine? Maybe down the road, maybe not. I don’t know. If you would have asked me a couple of weeks ago I would have said no way, but I see that so many people my age can’t wait to get it. Should that even be a consideration? And I must confess I have cabin fever at the moment.

So brothers and sisters, what are your thoughts on the Covid-19 vaccine?

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As I write this post I receive a text from my daughter telling me that the mother of someone we know has died from Covid. She was in her 70’s like me.

DEATH

The crimson stain of sin.
Death, again and again.
This world, our lives, our all,
Touched and marred, by the fall.

We see it all around.
We hear the heartbreak sound.
And those who weep anew,
Remind us of this truth.

by Cathy White 2016 ©

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1 Corinthians 15:50-57 Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption. Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

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