Accepting the Gift of Suffering
God occasionally delivers into our lives someone so rich in grace that it seems to overflow and wash over us. Emma was one such person in my life.
Emma’s death after a five-year battle with cancer earned no mention in the local paper. Emma was a poor immigrant who scrubbed the floors in my home when she wasn’t changing my children’s diapers. Her humility was so mysteriously profound that she could disappear from sight even when she was the only other person in the room.
And yet – or, perhaps, because of these qualities – I am certain a thunderous angels’ chorus