{"id":109566,"date":"2021-04-05T14:28:54","date_gmt":"2021-04-05T21:28:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/?page_id=109566"},"modified":"2025-02-17T10:23:26","modified_gmt":"2025-02-17T18:23:26","slug":"the-questions-of-annie-moore","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/?page_id=109566","title":{"rendered":"The Questions of Annie Moore"},"content":{"rendered":"

There is an important coda to the memory I wrote<\/a> a several years ago about Annie Moore. I think about it sometimes when I work on my biography, because it is just as much a part of my story as it is hers, but I am the one left behind to tell it, to relive its haunting impact.<\/p>\n

It was the night after I answered Annie’s question about how I had met Jesus at three years of age, and she had another one for me: was I afraid of dying. I told her I was more afraid of the suffering than of death itself. “Of course,\u201d she replied. \u201cI think everyone is.”<\/p>\n

But then she pursued the issue. I told her that I almost did die \u2013 at the same age, when I was about three \u2013 from a complication from the chickenpox and, of course, I had no clue what death was then. Then she asked, “Aren’t you glad now that you didn’t die?” I told her I didn’t know. I think I said something to the effect that since there is no control over that and I would have been so little and am still so young, it wouldn’t have mattered that much in the long run.<\/p>\n

Annie wasn\u2019t going to let it go. “But what about your parents?” she persisted. I don\u2019t remember my exact words, but the gist of it was I was so little, that they didn’t know who I really was yet, that they would get over it. The longer you are attached to someone, the harder it gets to deal with it. That was my na\u00efve assumption.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t respond after that, and I always wondered later if she ever thought about that again or if she ever asked anyone else, just as I wonder how she would have answered the question for herself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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