Beloved Lady Of Calcutta
Only a life lived for others is worth living. ~ Albert Einstein
As a new book, “Come, be my light,” has been published on Mother Teresa, and some of the letters she wrote have been made known to the public about her own feelings of despondency and spiritual depression, there have been those that have criticized her intensely. I have given Mother Teresa a great bit of thought and I remain one who can only bow in honor to her for the commitment and the work that she has done. She has been a remarkable light and a true example of faith.
Dear lady of Calcutta, you have clothed yourself in humility to serve the lowliest of the low. You have understood that in doing so, you would align yourself with the very work that Jesus came on this earth to do. There was not one that was too low for Him, not one that could not be touched, not one that could not be healed, and not one that could not be forgiven.
It was in your intense desire to please the One who had called you that you were willing to abandon yourself completely, throwing yourself upon the heart of the One with whom you had deeply fallen in love. Your convictions were strong, your vision was fixed, and there was nothing that could stand in your way.
It was in comforting the lonely that you brought love’s hope. It was in clothing those that were naked, that you gave dignity untold. It was in kissing the lepers that you took away so much shame. It was in loving the orphans, that new possibilities paved the way. And, it was in your deep humility that the least of them were made great.
Most men fear the ugly, the unwanted, the ones that are the “burdens” of this world, but you, beloved lady of Calcutta, were willing to look darkness in the eyes. Your courage brought insurmountable love and comfort to those who have never felt the warmth of kindness and peace. Many were born and re-born, for the first time, hearing and feeling God’s tender and merciful love.
Dear lady of Calcutta, no one knew how much pain you carried with you. The darkest night of the soul is painful beyond words. As you cried out in agony and wondered where the One you loved so deeply, had gone, no answers where there. No signs of comfort, no warmth of love. Every ounce of strength remaining went to the poor, without any blame at all. You simply kept smiling and kissing, you kept touching and giving.
Oh, dear lady of Calcutta, around the world you have left a legacy and a powerful and tender display of humility. You are loved and cherished in men’s hearts. Your work has not been in vain, not been in vain at all. It carries on – bringing hope to those that are poor in spirit, bringing love to those who feel so unloved.
Through your faith and faithfulness, you have transcended into greater love – God’s divine love. Your vision was truly a reality!
Thank you, beloved lady of Calcutta, for the gift that you have left behind.
