We need to be reminded often that what the word loves has no similarity to what Eternity loves, except by accident. The world calls some man ‘the Great,’ while Eternity condemns him to the flames.

That old pagan Aristides had an inkling of this truth. Once when he stood before the Athenian assembly, the crowd cheered. He turned to a friend and said, “Alas, what evil have I done?”

Just so. The yelping of the mob is no measure of Eternal value. Neither is the size of a bank account or the ability to wield power. All are irrelevant.

It is the invisible among us—that is, those invisible to the white heat of fame and fortune—who are truly the ones who carry our civilization upon their backs. They live and die in the shadows but Eternity knows them as giants on the earth and in Heaven. If you met one of them you would scarcely notice.

I read a story of one of these invisibles, by earthly name Lorraine Allard. She was a 33 year old mother of three girls. Another child was growing inside her. But the Prince of the World could not bear this. The beast arranged to have cancer placed in Lorraine Allard’s body.

The thirty-three year old mother of three girls was advised to abort her son, who was 23 weeks old, and begin chemotherapy right away.

Two things growing inside her, one the gift of life, the other a curse of death—of two deaths, both mother and child.

And now we come to one of those supreme moments in the history of our race, a scant instant of time when Heaven and earth collide, when the fate of man rests upon the choice of one frail piece of humanity. If one knew at that moment the truth of was happening it would seem as if a thousand armies were about to clash on some cosmic battlefield. One million war trumpets, the sound of metal upon metal, the chants of a billion angels, the ghastly screams of legions of demons.

And then it happens. The flag of Heaven’s victory is planted. The demons scatter, the hosts of Eternity raise their angelic voices in triumph, and mankind is allowed to survive a bit more until the final judgment.

What happened? This happened.

Rather than follow the doctor’s advice, however, the courageous woman insisted on waiting long enough to give her unborn son a chance to survive, telling her husband, Martyn: “If I am going to die, my baby is going to live.”

And so the little creature did. His name is Liam.

He was so tiny, just 1lb 11oz, so the nurse grabbed him and allowed Lorraine to give him a little kiss before he was taken to an incubator.

But Lorraine Allard had made the choice of Christ and so drank His chalice to the full. After the birth, Lorraine Allard

began a course of chemotherapy and, although the doctors had said the cancer was no longer curable, they hoped to shrink the tumours, which they thought might give her a few more years of life. A CT scan on January 17, however, revealed the tumours were still growing. She passed away the following day.

A Carpenter has said that there is no greater love than for a man to lay down his life for another. He also said to Lorraine Allard an instant after her earthly life was done, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

Nothing matters so much in this world as the way in which we leave it.