Mother to a T


Lest anyone think I was bagging on Martha yesterday, I was most assuredly NOT.    I had to call Martita to assure her that I was celebrating Martha.  Martita told me to throw away the other 2,000 socks, so I did. 

The  Marthas of the world get things done.  We need them.  You can bet that if/when I have to call someone for help, it is going to be a Martha.  Marthas show up and they don’t ask questions.  If it is inconvenient for them, you would not know.   Jesus’ brother James admonished followers of Jesus doers.   “[B]e doers of the word, and not merely hearers who deceive themselves.” [James 1:22].

I was going to get to this a little bit later but time is running out so I’ll just give you my thoughts now. 

Mother Teresa, founder of the Missionaries of Charity, is going to be canonized a saint on September 4 of 2016, a date which commemorates her death on September 5, 1997.  It is well known that she experienced a “dark night of the soul”.  As Americans, it is hard to imagine the abject poverty which she tried to alleviate – never ending*.   Some say she never recovered her faith by the time of her death.   This would put her on par with one of her most ardent critics, the author Christopher Hitchens, who died a staunch atheist in 2011. 

I am just going to put this out there and opine that it doesn’t matter if Mother Teresa had not recovered her faith at the time of her death.  Yesterday, the Old Testament reading of Isaiah assured us that “ …. a bruised reed he will not break, and a dimly burning wick he will not quench; he will faithfully bring forth justice.”  Justice comes from the bruised and the faint regardless.  [Isaiah 42:3]

So let me bring this back to Jesus’ brother** James.  James did not believe his own brother when he was alive and said he was the Messiah.  He did not believe until Jesus was resurrected and walking around, continuing to instruct, and Jesus appeared to him.  Then he was so convinced that he became the Bishop of Jerusalem, a dangerous job, preaching to his family, the Jews.  Eventually, he was stoned to death.  My point is:  Getting into Heaven remains a mystery and Jesus is the King of Second (+) Chances.  I will lay money on the fact that Mother Teresa is there, hopefully lounging around (dare I say lolling?) and enjoying the scenery, having served virtually her entire existence as her self-imposed vow states, to provide “wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor”.  You can bet Mother Mary was part of the greeting committee.  Love Does.***  

Hate, however, is NOT getting into Heaven.  There’s so much love there it doesn’t fit.

*”You will always have the poor but you will not always have me …”  John 12:8   

** stepbrother?  half brother?  cousin? 

*** Read the book by Bob Goff. 

Herewith concludes Day 37.  XOXOXO



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2 responses to “Mother to a T

  1. MCVwasHere

    I looked up Mr. Hitchens article on MT. I couldn’t stomach reading the whole thing.

    • If you can believe, Mr. Hitchens father was an Anglican priest. I have heard it said that most atheists have terrible relationships with their fathers. Don’t know if this is true. Mr. Hitchens, while having a rapier intellect, possessed a poison pen. May he rest in peace. Thanks for chiming in, MCV!

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