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In memoriam (VANITY)
diapason | 16 June 2012 | diapason

Posted on 06/16/2012 8:43:31 AM PDT by Diapason

My late mom, June, was born in the north of England on16 June 1934 in a non-Christian home. Neither of her parents reached 50. Some of her childhood was spent away from home in safer areas as a result of WW2. She was 11 when her father died – she didn’t speak much about him, but from what she did say, it was probably the result of physical damage (shrapnel) from WW1 plus heart problems.

After he died she was in very bad way, and a Christian school friend, Anne, supported her, and led her to Christ. My mom was sent to South Africa as an orphan (her mother had also died of breast cancer a few years later) in April 1950 when she was a couple of months shy of 16 to non-Christian relatives. She had however been given contacts in South Africa from the church which she had been attending (Plymouth Brethren) so she had Christian contact from when she arrived here, which led to her meeting my father.

What makes her situation so profound is that she was led to Christ by another 11 year old. How many 11 year olds could do so nowadays? Another interesting thing is that she said that if you had asked her friend, Anne, how long she had been a Christian, the reply was that she had always been a Christian, which many, including me, would question if that statement were just taken at face value. It seems that Anne had been immersed in Christian teaching and example from an early age, and somewhere along the road that had become real to her, rather than something which had just been heard, or given mental assent to. Anne visited my mom in here in South Africa with her husband in the 1990’s, probably about 45 years after they had last seen each other, and was still a very strong Christian.

This raises very interesting issues about what children are taught nowadays. Are they just taught Bible “stories”, or are they taught and "exampled" Christianity?

Anyway, my mom was admitted to hospital with angina in October 1996 and the same night had to be revived when her heart stopped. Less than 3 months later she was diagnosed with colon cancer, and, in spite of the fact that normally one has to wait for 6 months after a heart attack before having surgery, the surgeon felt the cancer surgery couldn’t wait. At first it seemed to be successful, but from late 1998 the cancer markers in the blood tests started increasing again, first slowly, then very rapidly. In August 1999 she was told she had from 6 to 24 months to live. She died halfway between on 16 November 2000.

At about the time when she had the heart attack she wrote a couple of poems, and with today (16 June) being what would have been her 78th birthday, I was reading them again and thought maybe I should post something here for FRiends who might be interested. I was initially just going to post one poem, but got to thinking about her history and decided to post that as well.

ON MEETING DEATH

I go out with FAITH

In one sure thing

That dogged my paths

Since life began

By which all men are drawn

Though some resist

When cords of love

Their ways would span.

I go out with HOPE

In one sure thing

That stays the mind

And sets it free

From fear and that which binds

The earthling’s soul

When it would wing

Its way to thee.

I go out with LOVE

For that sure One

Who from all ages lives

Though once He died

That I might live through Him

To dwell forever

Cleansed, forgiven

By His side.

I go out with THANKS

For one sure thing

That dawned upon my soul

That without THEE

No Faith or Hope

Or Love exists

Nor ever was

Nor can be.

I go out with JOY

To one sure blaze of light

That ends the darkness

Heralding eternal day

Nought that offends

Can enter there

Where He holds sway.

June M. 16-06-1934 to 16-11-2000


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Copied from a Word document. At first it showed each verse in one line, so tried double spacing. It still doesn't leave a gap between verses, but I think it's clear where the verses start.
1 posted on 06/16/2012 8:43:36 AM PDT by Diapason
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To: Diapason

Sweet. I lost my mom that same year, 2000. She was in a convalescent home for about a month. Her roommate, who was VERY OLD, told me, “You are never too old to miss your mom.” I thought that was so sweet.


2 posted on 06/16/2012 8:48:29 AM PDT by bboop (Without justice, what else is the State but a great band of robbers? St. Augustine)
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To: Diapason

Beautiful!
Thank you for sharing this with us.


3 posted on 06/16/2012 8:55:08 AM PDT by TheConservativeParty (My Governor's a JEDI, Wisconsin for the WIN ! June 5, 2012)
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To: Diapason

I love the courage. Im 41 and not scared by death. Good for her!!


4 posted on 06/16/2012 8:55:21 AM PDT by goseminoles
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To: Diapason

I’m going to keep this richly beautiful poem. I felt I was with your mother, witnessing the event, as she wrote down every word that was borne by the Lord from her heart.

You did well, and it reads beautifully just as it is. Thank you for sharing it with us.


5 posted on 06/16/2012 9:07:26 AM PDT by floralamiss
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To: Diapason

A wonderful legacy from your mother.


6 posted on 06/16/2012 9:07:46 AM PDT by zerosix (native sunflower)
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To: Diapason

Thank you so much for posting that. I just lost my sister in law, a dear friend, this morning. She was a sweet person and she was saved. I am happy for her that she is no longer fighting to breathe. She had COPD.
She has requested the ladies in her Red Hat Chapter attend the funeral in their regalia. I will use this poem as part of the ceremony when I place the feather. That feather will signify that she has flown away from the pain and cares of this world, to a world where all is peace and love and perfection.

Miss Judy


7 posted on 06/16/2012 9:08:18 AM PDT by ruesrose (It's possible to be clueless without being blonde.)
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To: Diapason

What makes her situation so profound is that she was led to Christ by another 11 year old.

You know this: Look to the Scripture. How many were chosen by God before they were born, Moses, Samuel, and, in the broader sense, all whom God calls. Brings to mind the words, “A little child shall lead them...”
My own testimony is of scripture planted when I was too young to reason, a poem memorized that became a prayer long before God made Himself real to me. Nearly 30, and a long way down a rough road, God changed me, and all that early learning came together.
Never underestimate the power of God’s Word, or the workings in the heart of a child...even a mean little brat like me!
Thank you for your beautiful memorium and poem. What an unspeakable blessing to have such a Mother!


8 posted on 06/16/2012 9:11:36 AM PDT by WestwardHo
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To: Diapason
Lost mom, also named June, last September. I'm going through boxes of her writings.

Why is the screen suddenly blurry?

/johnny

9 posted on 06/16/2012 9:13:40 AM PDT by JRandomFreeper (Gone Galt)
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To: bboop

When I visited the very elderly in nursing homes, no matter how old they were, they often spoke of their mothers and fathers, often with tears in their eyes.

I suspect, that inside, they don’t feel any older, or different, than you and I.


10 posted on 06/16/2012 9:13:53 AM PDT by floralamiss
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To: Diapason

Here’s another poem she wrote. (This from an older version of MS Word which doesn’t seem to have spacing problems)

A PILGRIM’S FURTHER PROGRESS
(With apologies to John Bunyan)
or
JOY IN HEAVEN OVER ONE…….

Soaring with angels
The Silver Cord broken
Upward through vistas
And regions untold
Ominous shadows
Of grey principalities
Quail at our passing
As if fearful and cold

Onwards and upwards
With joy ever mounting
‘She whom thou lovest
Is coming to Thee
Only a small place
A corner, I pray Thee,
A lowly, a quiet place
Thy glories to see’

Planets and Galaxies
Left far behind us
Millions of light years
Unfold and are gone
Upward through space
Of limitless distance
Heavenly messengers
Carry me on

Not for me Abram’s
Bosom though blessed
For those ones of olden
Times dead long ago
But for ever with Him
Who died to redeem me
My heart cries with wonder
‘Oh, can it be so!’

My garment is white
Though ‘twas none of my doing
This raiment so pure
‘Twas righteousness Thine
That clothed me with goodness
In thy sight unblemished
And fit for thy presence
Who art truly Divine

As Heaven approaches
My heart cries ‘Unworthy,
The least of Thy little ones
Cometh to Thee.’
We halt on the threshold
Of brightness unparallelled
Escorts and escorted
Alike bow the knee

Light unapproachable
Parts like a curtain
We gaze at a prospect
Of radiance sublime
And drawn as by a magnet
As Spirit draws spirit
The witness within me
Of life that is thine

‘But, Oh, Lord, this vision
Is splendour sufficient
To view at a distance
And worship and praise
‘Tis glory for me
Just to be in thy presence
All tears and all sorrows
This sight shall erase’

Out from the right
Of the throne all resplendent
A sound as of thunder
That fills Heavens bounds
Angels and seraphim
Haste to attend Him
And list as the Voice
With passion resounds

‘Not for this did I leave
My dominions and glory
And enter mankind
With its darkness and sin
Not for this did I walk
Earth’s dark paths and surrender
Myself to the cross
Man’s redemption to win.

But for joy set before me
Ere worlds were created
That one day in Heaven
My people would be
Beholding my glory
Not through a glass darkly
But face unto face
That no nearer can be.

Not there at a distance
My dear one, long journeyed
From life’s weary wanderings
But near to the Heart
Of the Saviour who loved you
And purchased and gave you
A place in his Kingdom
For you set apart

So hear, all ye seraphim
And hear, Heaven’s bright angels
Oh, hear, all ye creatures
Of land, air and sea
Oh, hear, all ye saints
Who to glory ascended
That she whom I loveth
Has come unto Me”

June M. 16-6-1934 to 16-11-2000


11 posted on 06/16/2012 9:14:42 AM PDT by Diapason
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To: Diapason

Thank you for sharing your mother’s touching, truth-filled words of poetry!


12 posted on 06/16/2012 9:20:51 AM PDT by lyby ("Mathematics is the language with which God has written the universe." ~ Galileo Galilei)
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To: ruesrose

Sorry to hear about your loss, but rejoice with you that she was saved.

What is the Red Hat Chapter? Not something I’m familiar with in South Africa.


13 posted on 06/16/2012 9:33:21 AM PDT by Diapason
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To: Diapason

“the reply was that she had always been a Christian, which many, including me, would question if that statement were just taken at face value. It seems that Anne had been immersed in Christian teaching and example from an early age,”

That is my goal for my children as well. It sounds like covenant theology. The friend of your mom was probably a little Presbyterian.

I’ve overheard my children witnessing to friends on occasion. It is not a polished or consummate effort, but it’s sincere and I am sure God uses it.


14 posted on 06/16/2012 9:35:43 AM PDT by Persevero (Homeschooling for Excellence since 1992)
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To: Diapason

Absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!!


15 posted on 06/16/2012 9:40:44 AM PDT by JMKirnan
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To: Diapason

That is so beautiful. You mom was lucky to know great faith.


16 posted on 06/16/2012 9:46:37 AM PDT by afraidfortherepublic
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To: Persevero

“That is my goal for my children as well. It sounds like covenant theology. The friend of your mom was probably a little Presbyterian.”

Interesting that you should that. The Plymouth Brethren to whom she was referred when she came to South Africa are certainly not covenant theologians - they are very much Arminian. I don’t know what her friend’s denominational background was. My mom ended up with the Baptists (my dad remained with the Brethren) when they moved into her area and she could, even as a never very healthy person, walk there. Baptists in South Africa tend to be mostly Arminian, with a few Reformed exceptions. In spite of that both my mom and I eventually ended up very much Reformed in our theology, although that happened independently of each other.


17 posted on 06/16/2012 9:56:20 AM PDT by Diapason
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To: JRandomFreeper

“Why is the screen suddenly blurry?”

My screen has had the same problem today. In fact, it was probably still 15 June, your time, when I started putting this post together. I couldn’t do it all at once.

Another of Mom’s poems at post #11 in case you haven’t been back into this thread.


18 posted on 06/16/2012 10:06:26 AM PDT by Diapason
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To: Diapason

WOW! God bless your mom and dad, your families, your friends. Thanks for sharing. Outstanding.

love


19 posted on 06/16/2012 10:27:20 AM PDT by PGalt
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To: Diapason

Beautiful! This may get used at any memorial services my family may have. Thank you for sharing!


20 posted on 06/16/2012 10:48:01 AM PDT by copwife (All God's creatures have a place in the choir!)
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To: floralamiss

Oh, isn’t that sweet? They talked about their mothers and fathers. Thanks for sharing.


21 posted on 06/16/2012 10:59:15 AM PDT by bboop (Without justice, what else is the State but a great band of robbers? St. Augustine)
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To: floralamiss

Oh, isn’t that sweet? They talked about their mothers and fathers. Thanks for sharing.


22 posted on 06/16/2012 10:59:35 AM PDT by bboop (Without justice, what else is the State but a great band of robbers? St. Augustine)
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To: Diapason

God Bless you and your dear Mom.


23 posted on 06/16/2012 12:54:45 PM PDT by Amberdawn
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To: Diapason

Your Mom must have been a lovely person.

(I was raised Plymouth Brethren. I rarely meet someone who knows what that is.)


24 posted on 06/16/2012 1:42:12 PM PDT by Politicalmom (THIS IS NOT A GOP CHEERLEADING SITE!!!)
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To: Diapason

Yes, the screen is blurry here too..

Someone wrote that the elderly still miss their parents and they feel “like we do”. That is because even though the body ages, the spirit within us, which IS us, NEVER ages.. and it lives forever.


25 posted on 06/16/2012 3:30:37 PM PDT by txgirl4Bush (2012 can't come soon enough!)
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To: Diapason

Wow! The second one was also wonderful. Her poems are truly beautiful. What treasures you have from your mother.


26 posted on 06/16/2012 6:23:54 PM PDT by TheConservativeParty (My Governor's a JEDI, Wisconsin for the WIN ! June 5, 2012)
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To: Diapason

Amen!


27 posted on 06/17/2012 5:50:02 PM PDT by RobbyS (Christus rex.)
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