A Tribute to Our Little Sister – Moni
It was the opposite for Moni.
Her hunger to experience all that life had to offer,
Prevailed and seeped into all she was.
Raged through her body when told her number one enemy had returned.
It shocked her.
She was caught on her blindside.
A slow process began.
Days ran into weeks,
Weeks into months.
Her indomitable spirit,
Strengthened daily by faith overcame her darkness,
And her fighter’s heart dived into the Word of God to find her reality.
That was our Moni.
That Partner and I were chosen to walk with her was no coincidence.
God doesn’t create coincidences.
He creates facts.
Neither of us knew where the journey would lead.
A time frame wasn’t given.
We didn’t even have a road map.
But that’s nothing new.
Moses didn’t have a roadmap either.
So, like many people who have gone on before us,
We did the most reliable thing.
We prayed and sought God daily,
Sometimes every hour throughout the day and night,
As we accompanied her through every danger that came her way,
And we did whatever the responsibility called for
No matter the cost of time and effort or whatever,
Because of our Moni.
Oh how joyful it was to see her eyes light up,
When the praise team arrived.
For four weeks she held church in her hospital room.
And invited the nurses and patients to join her.
Marveled at her faith,
Her undying love for the God she served.
That was our Moni.
Partner soon became the medical doctor,
Researching, inquiring, asking the right questions,
Prayers went upward,
The heavenly throne was inundated with petitions,
And our Moni began to change,
Day by day,
Step by step,
Hour by hour,
Minute by minute,
Second by second,
Right before our eyes.
What do you do when it seems hopeless?
Do you rob a person of the hope of Glory?
Partner and I said, NO.
We knew who had the last word.
And He hadn’t spoken.
So, we kept walking in faith,
Doing the right thing,
As we waited for Him.
The impregnable truth,
Of the invincible love that washes away every pain,
Like waves beating against piles of rocks,
Changed the three of us as we walked toward the crossroad:
The intersectional path of her meeting point.
Reacted differently as when we had first begun the journey.
We discovered love in its purest form,
Respect independent of color,
And yes, joy in the simplicity of the small things.
And the tiny steps were always a reason to celebrate.
We knew that we knew,
All things are in His hand.
And Moni walked between us and became our Little Sister,
Used by God to show us,
And to teach us how to love.
The Bass player,
Playing as a member in her church band,
And in the orchestra, she belonged too.
The hospitality Queen
Who opened her home to all.
A true friend to her girlfriends, and her colleagues,
A loving daughter to her parents,
Who fearlessly traveled the globe,
Who loved to attend the Meer Conference in January of every year,
A loyal and faithful woman in the C3 Church family,
The woman who loved freely,
Who made mistakes and wasn’t afraid to say I’m sorry.
Who made every chemo day a vacation day,
Where either Partner or I would sit afterward in Vaipiano’s and watch her eat like a bear.
Ended her journey at six-thirty after the sun had risen,
No one expected that to be the day.
The curtain opened,
And she walked over into eternity,
To participate and rejoice in the Welcome Home festivities,
Given in her honor,
As a child of the living God.
This was our Little Sister,
Monika Gutmann Fuhr.
8 February 1974 – 15 May 2017
Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Romans 5:1-2, New King James Version.