As I think about the falling asleep of Jenny Sakellariou, one precious memory comes to mind. The very first Holy Week service I ever attended Jenny sat in front of me. I hardly knew her then. We said hello and I said something to her about her having to help me since I did not know what to do. She looked at me, with that wry expression of her’s, and said, “Just pray.”
I was so struck by that. I don’t think I ever told her how much that meant to me—how much it still means to me, every day. I would argue that in that one short sentence she summed up the whole of the law, the prophets, the gospels and the epistles—indeed the whole of Christian theology and spirituality—in two words.
Thanks Jenny. May your memory be eternal.