Betty chafed at the disparity between what she saw in the gospel and what she saw in the organized church. She wasn’t afraid to ask real questions. She was quick to pick up the scent of hypocrisy and legalism, but she always applied such analysis to herself first. She wasn’t a cynic, hardened into denying the existence of truth. She was, if you will, a realist. She believed in the Real, the absolute of the God who is. She questioned what was done in His name, the fake trappings
