My Chinese mum

My Chinese mum would have turned 80 on March 5th. There were plans laid for a family dinner and the restaurant was booked. However this was not to be.

So I’ll record a few things in her memory.

She lived through tough times, including the Japanese occupation of Singapore. This meant the end of education for a promising Chinese girl. It also meant hunger and danger. For example, she spoke of a time when she and other girls were herded into a building that was being prepared for burning until a last minute order saved the day.

She became a tough one – a survivor in real life (not on a TV show). This stood her in good stead during the years of being a wife and mother, during which she also worked as a domestic helper.

She was tough, but not bitter, as some become with adversity. Her throaty chuckle, open smile and welcoming eyes spoke of a heart that stayed warm. Or was it warm because of her suffering?

From her suffering she became sensitive to the suffering of others. This made her sympathetic and a giver to others. She was also sensitive to the suffering of Jesus. And thus I recall one Good Friday service where she saw a clip from the Jesus Film and sat weeping.

It was not natural for her to become a Christian as she was raised in traditional Chinese beliefs. Although coming to church for several years she resisted conversion because it meant abandonment of her other gods and their rituals. When she did convert it was thorough. In the week she was to be baptized she took the paraphernalia back to the temple and left it there, never to return. Even in some later tough times when the Lord was slow to give what she sought, she kept her trust in him alone.

Her faith was simple and uncluttered. She loved coming to church and sat in a favourite spot. She prayed in dependence on God’s provision and learnt hymns of praise well enough to sing when her eyes faded. She enjoyed the company of the people around her, made shrewd assessments and embraced others with love.

My guess is that earthly birthdays are not celebrated in heaven (why would you?). But she is at a far better table than Imperial Treasure in Great World City. She is at the Lord’s table in the heavenly banquet. That is a better place by far and that is a great comfort.