Sixty Yesterday

My late wife Mirjam would have been sixty years old yesterday, on the first day of spring. She was older than me. Shortly before her death, she obtained a PhD, was appointed an international co-director and an executive editor. If she had lived, she would have liked to explore ways to spiritually strengthen the persecuted Church. Her organisation was involved in the rights of the persecuted. This is what I would call Kantian thinking. She felt, on the other hand, that there should be the desire to work, not merely with rights, but with the present suffering of the persecuted.