Saturday, September 08, 2007
My inbox this morning held the news that the woman who was my childhood hero has died after a long illness. She had liver failure, which was probably a result of the malaria she contracted during her many years in Africa. She went to Africa to evangelize, but I was in awe of the snakeskin she brought that stretched across the front of our little church and all the other wonderful curios she had on display when she visited. I loved to listen to her stories of going on safari to shoot game for meat or of killing wild animals for protection. She inspired the adventurer in me. Miss Mary seemed bold and afraid of nothing. Her heart was full of love and wide open for anyone who needed it. I celebrate the memory of her life.