I was reading through some of the things my mother collected before she died [1994, at 52]. She was several times confused with Sofia Loren on the street, a writer of some regional authority, with a mercurial temperament.
Her theology was quite simple, "God is Love," with the steady blessings and encouragements she'd retained from a life of being Christian. Her funeral service was held in the cathedral, and it was appropriately ecumenical. A presbyterian minister and poet remarked, "she died as a true Christian," and the church bass sang "there is a balm in Gilead. As he service was ending, one of her favorite cousins arrived after a ten hour drive, and began singing a ghazal from the back of the Cahtedral, a hymn about God containing all things, God bringing everything to himself, a god of such deepest love that we cannot comprehend.
She kept this passage by Paul in her Journal.
Paul writes:
They call us deceivers
and we tell the truth;
unknown,
and we are fully acknowledged;
dying men,
and see, we live;
Punished, yes,
but not doomed to die;
sad men,
that rejoice continually;
beggars,
that bring riches to many;
disinherited,
and the world is ours;
a Cor 6,8
She seems like a great inspiration!
Posted by: Hector | Sep 25, 2005 at 06:35 PM