Finally get it that she is in her last days. Sit by her bedside in the sunlight. Gently massage her feet, her pain places. Talk with her son, my godson. Cry some more. Be thankful for so much. Ask her to send me a signal from "the other side."
I think I'm starting to believe in the rapture again. Not the one where the church gets sucked up into midair right before the Beast starts barcoding everyone's faces, but one where we, the Body of Christ, are finally being lifted out of this morass of fundamentalist absurdity.
Around 1830 John Nelson Darby, having selected scripture passages from Daniel, Revelation, 1 and 2 Thessalonians and elsewhere, pasted them together, called them a whole, and invented the Rapture, a word not found in the Bible.