ABSTRACT

At her funeral, Rachel's Church of England vicar announced that she had become `sancti®ed'. He looked at the packed hall of mourners and told them,

Many people get cancer. Many people get terminal cancer. Not many people become holy along the way. The last few weeks and months before Rachel died were utterly amazing and extraordinary, full of light and peace, full of coincidences which were not coincidences and whose number just intensi®ed as the end drew near.

Her adoring husband, Robert, then addressed the funeral congregation. He was calm and joyful, `In her own particular and inimitable way, and retaining ¯aws and frailties, she had allowed herself to become a saint.' In the eyes of those who knew her, and for workers in Christianity, Rachel Wallace had become a saint, though she was never of®cially sancti®ed.