In the south of Scotland, there is an old legend about a Scottish lord whose daughter fell in love with a man, but the father refused to let them marry. The young man left the area, and the girl became overcome with grief. The father relented and said the man could come home and they could marry. She waited for him on the balcony of a house on the side of the road. When he came by the house, he did not recognize her because she had become so pale, thin, and sickly. The girl was so distressed by this that she died.

We are supposed to reflect Christ. Has our reflection become so pale that the world does not recognize that we belong to Him?