My mom is a living saint. She breathes, eats and lives her faith. Her life is formed all around her belief in God. The long hours she prays, the many places she visits, and the people she meets are the outcome of her faith. I do not have clear answers to explain how come she is so energetic and faithful and how she lived as a non-Christian for such a long time before she converted. But, I do know she was strong in her faith in Buddhism and my faith results from her, from the beginning of my life in her womb.
My mom is suffering from colon cancer since 2010. She had endured the surgeries, the twelve chemotherapies and the long recovery. She groaned and cried for help, and yet she always found reasons to survive in faith. She must have a secret connection with Jesus and Mary. In February of 2011, she had another surgery because cancer returned. The second round of chemo began in March. She has just finished her sixth chemotherapy that is a half way to the end. Cancer the evil seems never to leave her alone.
I have been watching, praying, walking with my mom last two years. Often I am surprised by her comments on death, life, and faith. She said, “I didn’t know that so many people are suffering from diseases.” “How fortunate am I to be able to walk, eat, talk like normal people.” “Through cancer, I learned to surrender everything to God. Let me die when His time comes.” I have become numb when I heard these. My mom is a Christ who lives among us, suffering, and loving to the end. God keep her in His mercy.
My mom is the tenth Christ.