She lived to help others
Why would they need to put up this gargantuan slab of
gray marble to commemorate a life lived so quietly? I never wanted this. I wanted
peace and quiet and to show love through all my life. This statue is not how I lived
my life. Here they have outlined my deeds for all the world to see. The gentle
nursing of a sick child, the staunching of the flow of blood from the wounds of
a dying soldier, bringing the word of God into the heathen lands at great peril
of my own life. All of these things were done quietly. Without fanfare. Without
proclaiming them to the world.
I will lay here quietly while the weather wears away the angels’
wings and carve the beauty away from their cherubic faces. The stone will
become pitted and difficult to read. Long after the memory of my deeds have
faded young children will come to this spot and wonder why I deserved this
honor. All I ever did was fulfill my calling in life.
This isn’t my final resting place. I will continue to do
the work I have been called to do. My physical body only held me back from my
purpose. So, come and visit my resting place. Worship at this idol built
without my permission or guidance. I will not be here. I will be at the work
for which I have been called.
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