>Living in "Calcutta"

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Just what this mom needs during a Sunday funk: a nudge, or maybe a soft slap in the face reminder. From the excellent Deacon’s Bench. Another excellent homily for today. Here’s a bit:

This past week, when a lot of the world was fixated on Sarah Palin’s daughter, and the problem of teen pregnancy, there was news about one baby that didn’t get much attention.

It should have.

The AP reported the story of a little baby named Solomon, an Ethiopian child who was left by his mother at an orphanage there when he was just one year old. The only things his mother left with him were a crucifix and a picture of Jesus. It was, in effect, a death sentence. Because little Solomon had HIV. He was one of about 14-thousand Ethiopian babies born with the virus every year. The health care system has to struggle to care for these infants, with limited resources. But during a visit to Ethiopia, a Wyoming mother named Erin Henderson saw Solomon, and fell in love. She decided to adopt him on the spot. Officials told her they weren’t sure he’d even live through the weekend. But he did. And Erin Henderson brought him home to Wyoming.

And, one more snip, because this part is from one of my very favorite saints: Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta:

This past Friday was the feast day of that nun, Blessed Mother Teresa. When people would show up at her convent in India, wanting to volunteer, she would tell them instead, “Find your own Calcutta.” The fact is: Calcutta is here. It is Forest Hills. It is Long Island. It is in an air-conditioned office with a cubicle. Calcutta may even be found in your own living room. It is anyplace people are in need, desperate for encouragement, or comfort, or hope.
Mother Teresa knew that. “There is a terrible hunger for love,” she said. “We all experience that in our lives – the pain, the loneliness. We must have the courage to recognize it. The poor you may have right in your own family. Find them. Love them.”

But it’s not the sort of love that belongs just to saints. It belongs to all of us, if we choose it.

Go, read, it’s Sunday, just perfect for the day.

2 thoughts on “>Living in "Calcutta"

  1. >We lived in India. My mother had the privilege of working with Mother Theresa. One of my sisters was found by her and adopted by us. As tiny as she was, she filled a room with her spirit. I have always enjoyed your blog. Today was extra special.

  2. >For me this post was so timely and a word in season, if you will. I was discussing with my mother, via long distance telephone, my heart for Africa and specifically, Ethiopia, and we were discussing the quote of Mother Teresa’s that there are Calcutta’s everywhere. Anyway, we discussed it at length and the fact that God just puts it on your heart and then there it is. It’s in your heart, put there by God, and unless you want to disobey, you just embrace it fully. The next day when I checked your blog (I check it every day) you had posted this. Thank you. The Holy Spirit has been very kind lately in confirming to me that I am on the right road. Thanks for being part of that.

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