"By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another." (John 13:35) Our love for others is our primary witness to the world. I remember a story about a pre-school teacher who faced what she thought was "burn-out." She was a committed teacher and her heart particularly went out to the so-called "disadvantaged child." She had begun to despair over some of the children who seemed so lost, so limited--and in some cases, so neglected at home. Then her mother died. She was very close to her mother. Following the funeral she needed some time alone to deal with her feelings. Her frustrations at the pre-school seemed like an even heavier burden at this point in her life. The first day back to school was about what she expected. Her hurt and despair produced resentment which she kept carefully hidden. She went through the paces like the competent professional she was. But then it happened. She had come around the corner to discover Rachel picking the last flower from the pot in the hall. Rachel was the most distant, most disruptive child in the class. In a stern, trembling voice the teacher demanded, "Rachel, what are you doing?" Rachel held out her little hand full of flowers. "Mrs. Terrell," she said, "You used to be like a mother. Would these flowers help you to be like a mother again? How do we witness to the world that Christ is alive? We do it by being alive ourselves, even in the mist of our grief.