It was as a Corps Officer that she shone, excelled, and won her great
victories. She showed us afresh, if we only have eyes to see, how
great that position may be.
Christ took hold of her whole being and transformed her. He was
united in His Spirit with her strong, loving, dutiful soul. The
meekness of Jesus was found in her, side by side with a Divine
passion for the lost.
She was at first one of the most unlikely people to take the place
she ultimately took. Timid, retiring, having little confidence in
herself, and quite unconscious of possessing any special gifts, she
rose up, and did more actual work than is sometimes done by half a
dozen of her sister-officers put together. The lost and the ruined
and the broken-hearted, the vicious and desperate, and those who are
ready to go down to the pit were her special delight. From town to
town she went, consorting with them, hunting them up, weeping over
them, praying for them, stretching out her hands to them; yes, and
sometimes literally pulling them out of the fire.
It is extraordinary how officers of this type are remembered in
different towns by different aspects of their work and character.
In one town it is one thing, in another town it is another. It was
so with Kate Lee. In one place she is spoken of as the great
befriender of the broken and outcast. In another as 'the one who
helped us when we were starving.' In another as one of the few
decent people who were ever seen during the midnight hours in the
dark places. In another as making the open-air marches radiate
light and music and Salvation. In another as being like a spiritual
dredger, dragging the very gutters for lost souls.
And yet in all she would never speak of what she had done if she
could help it. She was one of those who could say with Paul, '_I
laboured more abundantly than they all; yet not I, but the grace of
God which was with me_.'