a small nun in a simple white cotton robe changed the way the world thinks.
she didn't mean to.
she just lived out her consummate radical love of people , and God used her to shake the foundations of humanism.
she was in love with everyone.
death was her constant partner; life her constant passion.
she walked her own road; did things differently; sought no titles; bowed to no one except Jesus; lived her life for one sole purpose- to love.
for a woman who never married, never bore a child, she loved far more than most wives and mothers do. the world was her nursery, the church was her husband.
i wish i could have met her.
i believe some day i will.
and i will thank mother theresa for showing us a way- to lay aside all of self and simply love.
1 comment:
she was in love with everyone.
death was her constant partner; life her constant passion.
dear denie... it is so good to meet you. i'm so glad you linked to imperfect prose, and i hope you will again, once it re-starts in the new year. mother theresa is one of the people i look up to, and always have... i would have dreams in which she'd land in my backyard in a plane. it is so nice to know there is a kindred spirit in you. bless you, sister. merry christmas! (and such beautiful prose)
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