Sister Mercy Kuhn passed away this last Wednesday. She had been fighting a re-occurrence of cancer for more than a year. The week before, my mom had told me that when she visited her, she had not been eating, and was all skin and bones, and that it was pretty much the end. My brother made a trip back from Austin, and we visited her during the weekend. I didn't know what to say to comfort her. We ended up just praying together. Just as we had served the children's opening together on Lord's Day mornings, her prayers were still the same - about our going on, and about us serving the Lord. She was a genuine person, with a genuine burden to bring children to the Lord.
Though she was a difficult person to be with, due to her strong and persistent personality, I admire that she kept her consecration to the Lord all this time. Though I really don't want to serve in the children's opening anymore, I think I might do it again, because the last thing she wanted to tell me was to do that. At least, I suppose, there is a time limit: I can quit after a generation of God-loving children grow up.
