Note: To fully understand the reference to me being the Anti-Christ, please see my posts “Saturday Morning Distractions-Jehovah’s Witnesses at the Door” https://padresteve.wordpress.com/2009/04/04/saturday-morning-distractions-jehovahs-witnesses-at-the-door/ and “So This is What it Feels Like to be the Anti-Christ…Cool.” https://padresteve.wordpress.com/2009/04/07/so-this-is-it-what-it-feels-like-to-be-the-anti-christcool/
While I may be the Anti-Christ to the Witnesses this in no way implies that my dad is the Devil, well again dad was in the Navy, donated a ton of blood and loved his country. Peace, Steve+
Today started out a bit weird. Being the Anti-Christ can lead to some interesting situations. The juxtaposition of various events that occur when you are travelling as well as dealing with really serious matters that deal with the end of life get strange. It’s almost like I am living a Seinfeld episode. As you know I am out working with my mom and brother to take care of various end-of-life issues, funeral arrangements, financial matters, hospice and the nursing home.
Anyway, yesterday I spent the morning with my dad and then in the afternoon took my mom to De Young Funeral Home in Mudville. This is a trip that she had planned to take with a friend to make pre-arrangements but her friend had the audacity to suddenly die before they could make the trip. Since then my mom has been putting it off as my brother has not had the time to go with her. Let’s face it, this is not everyday stuff and can be quite upsetting when you are not in good shape and have to do it for your spouse as well as yourself. Thankfully I have been through this before working with my wife to make arrangements for her parents. My mom had no idea all that went into making these arrangements, especially for cremation. Thankfully the De Young people are really good. The manager there, aptly named Mr. Nice was really good in helping my mom and was fittingly very nice. My mom was not happy about my father’s desire to be buried at sea. However, as a retired military wife she is also eligible for this just as if she was being interred with him at a National Cemetery. When she found out that there was the possibility of burial off the coast of San Diego with my dad, she had a noticeable change of heart. We were stationed there when I was kid and she always remembers it as one of their best tours in the Navy. We agreed that when the time comes that they will be buried together at sea from a Navy ship. It is fitting for a couple who spent 20 of the best years of their life in the Navy to be honored in this manner. Thankfully as an active duty Navy Chaplain I will be able to arrange the details on the Navy side. This being accomplished mom and I got dinner and went back to her house.
After resting for a while I went out to the living room where mom was watching the Giants play the Nationals. It looked bad for the Giants. In the top of the 7th the Nationals took a 7-5 lead. The Giants for one back in the bottom of the 8th on a Benji Molina home run and held the Nationals in the top of the 9th. The first two batters went down and the Giants were down to their last out trailing 7-6. The Edgar Rentaria singled up the middle. Emmanuel Burris followed with single putting runners on first and second. Pablo Sandoval, who in the 7th tripped on the base path trying for a triple came to the plate. I looked at mom and said. “Time for the walk off.” Mom said “I hope somebody does something.” Somehow I knew going into the inning and even after the second out that Giants would win. There is something special about this team that the experts don’t see. I knew they were going to win. The count went to 2 and 2 when Sandoval blasted a shot over the left field wall. It was the kind of home run that the instant that it was hit that you know is gone. Sandoval was mobbed by his team mates as he crossed the plate. Walk offs like that are part of the baseball magic which the Deity Herself has given us.
This morning my mom, Jeff and I went to the bank to take care of administrative issues dealing with the family trust, an adventure that took almost two hours but again was helpful. A young lady was quite helpful and again though it took time she made it comparatively easy. Following this I was once again blessed when visiting my dad. Today it took more work but I was able to keep engaged for about 20 minutes before putting him in bed. We talked about baseball and the Navy once again; I described the walk-off from last night. He still does love the Giants. We talked about the Navy, specifically Navy uniforms. He was happy to hear that I wore brown shoes with my khakis and that the Navy was possibly going to bring back the Dress Khaki. This was one of his favorite uniforms. I was also able to get Judy on the cell phone for him. He had really taken to her over the past 7 or 8 years following the death of his mother who Judy was quite close to. He had asked about her on both of my visits and it was good for them to talk, even if only for a couple of minutes. I do hope that they will see each other again.
So anyway while most of this does not really fit as un-Anti-Christlike, I was reminded once again today that I am the Anti-Christ; or according to the Jehovah’s Witness one of the many such nefarious creatures. Can you spell “Beast?” However as I have noted in other posts I have a high rank among the multitude of Anti-Christ’s. I am first and foremost a Priest and according the Witnesses all Christian ministers are Anti-Christ’s. Second I am a Navy Officer serving the government which according to the Witnesses is of the Devil. Finally I am a chaplain in a Naval Medical Center ICU which routinely tanks people up with blood and blood products. I am like Osama Bin Laden or maybe even Hitler to the Witnesses.
I picked up some Donuts for us at the Mudville “Donut King” on Pacific Avenue. Those not from California really don’t understand really good donuts. We have a lot of “mom and pop” donut shops out here. Donut King I think is the best in Mudville. I have been going to them since I was in high school. If you go down to San Clemente there is “Surfin’ Donuts.” These are belly busters; there is enough sugar and fat in these things to fully charge the youth of a third world village to the point where they would need to be put on Ritalin. Add some coffee and we’re cooking with gas. These mom and pop stores put all the chain donut shops to shame. Of course the hot and fresh “Krispy Cremes” are to die for, but all other donuts are also-rans compared to these. As I came out of the 7-11 near my parent’s house with my 24 ounce French Vanilla coffee with 4 French Vanilla creamers and 4 Spenda’s, a man got out of a Mercedes Benz SUV. I thought at first that he was a business man stopping in for coffee when he strode up to me and out came the Watchtower. I was momentarily surprised and he said “Would you like to hear the good news about Jehovah?” I looked at him and said very bluntly, “No thank you, I’m the Anti-Christ” and continued walking to my car. The look on his face was hysterical; you would have thought that I had hit him upside the head. He was stunned. As I got into my car I saw him slink back into the passenger side of the Mercedes, a fine automobile, I must say, as the other occupants, a man and two women glared at me. Obviously they were going to wait for another target, so I drove off. It is so cool to be the Anti-Christ to these guys. Some of my former Fundamentalist friends on Facebook probably think similar thoughts but might at least grudgingly admit that I might get to heaven. If they would admit me I might be out in the visitor’s bullpen but at least I’d be there. The Witnesses don’t even give me the chance at Hell since they don’t have one. Guys like me get to be instantly annihilated, do not pass go do not burn in Hell. Dante would not be impressed. So, what the hell? I’ll have to chat about this with the Deity Herself tonight over a beer.
As always I thank you for your prayers, kind words and thoughts. Still some more left to do here.