Yesterday morning, Mary Alice Fetter, one of my childhood Sunday School teachers, passed away. Though quiet and meek, her influence in my life was enormous.
She prayed for me daily for years, from birth into adulthood. Though I'm far from perfect, how many temptations have I been able to withstand, how many sins have I not committed, how many disasters have been averted from me, because of her prayers? How much more secular would I be now had she not prayed for me?
She taught me the Scriptures, reinforcing my parents' instruction. I am a big believer in Sunday School because of the great S. S. education I got at Eastwood Chapel under the teaching of Mary Alice and others.
In these last years she taught me by example how to respond in a godly and grace-filled manner to suffering (in her case, cancer). She always had a calm, quiet confidence in the Lord's plan. Though I would go to minister to her, she ministered far more to me.