|In September 1992, Miimii told me that she wanted to become a Christian. It was odd because 21 months earlier she was an atheist, and we'd had some intense friction from me being a believer. So I let go, prayed for her, and one day, out of the clear blue, she told me. We went to Catholic initiation classes at the base chapel, which were almost useless. The leader, Cecilia, a nice lady, taught Catholicism, but nothing at all about who Jesus Christ was, and what Christianity was all about. This should have been an indicator of what was to come when I later began asking questions about my faith. I was stonewalled. |
After many requests to go deeper into basics, I drove Miimii to Seattle, and we bought a Japanese language Bible, which she could easily understand. Once she began reading, her eyes were opened, and we began having discussions about what it meant. We continued with the Catholic initiation classes simply because we had to in order to get the baptism.
I videotaped everything (with my friend Pernel's camera) except this--the battery light began blinking, and as I ran to the car to grab an extra battery, Miimii was baptized. She used the baptismal name Rita, the 'impossible saint'.
| I missed it, but someone shot this still photo of it. We called the priest the "spitting priest" because when we had to sit in the front row, his sermon sprayed the bench with his saliva. It was scary. We never sat in front again.|
Our marriage was in big trouble. We fought often. Miimii was bitter because we couldn't have children. She quit her job at the motel too. Then one day Miimii, who was always very sensitive about being open on personal issues, blurted out in her Catholic initiation class,"We're not getting along well--we'll probably get divorced", and then laughed a little. I was so embarrassed. I just wanted to strike her.
The result was that I'd been born without a vas-deferens--I was producing sperm but had no plumbing to take them out. It was a birth defect. I was closed for business.