... in the face of a Mother Teresa I trace the very geography of Jesus' Kingdom; all the contours and valleys and waterways. I need no other map.
... in the dismal slums of Calcutta a Mother Teresa and her Missionaries of Charity go about Jesus' work of love with incomparable dedication. When I think of them, as I have seen them at their work and at their devotions, I want to put away all the books, tear up all the scribbled notes. There are no more doubts or dilemmas; everything is perfectly clear. What commentary or exposition, however, eloquent, lucid, perceptive, inspired even, can equal in eludication and illumination the effect of these dedicated lives? What mind has conceived a discourse, or tongue spoken it, which conveys even to a minute degree the light they shine before men?
I was hungry, and you gave me meat.
I was thirsty, and you gave me drink.
I was a stranger, and you took me in, and I was naked and you clothed me.
I was sick, and you visited me.
I was in prison, and you came unto me.
The words (of Jesus) come alive, as no study or meditation could possibly make them, in the fulfillment in the most literal sense of Jesus' behest to see in the suffering face of humanity his suffering face, and in their broken bodies, his. The religion Jesus gave the world is an experience, not a body of ideas or principles. It is in being lived that it lives, as it is in loving that the love which it discloses at the heart of all creation becomes manifest. It belongs to the world of a Cervantes rather than that of a Wittgen-stein; to Rabelais and Tolstoy rather than to Bultmann and Barth. It is for fools like me, the poor of this world, Quoted fromMalcolm Muggeridge (British Theologian) - Jesus, The Man Who Lives
... in the dismal slums of Calcutta a Mother Teresa and her Missionaries of Charity go about Jesus' work of love with incomparable dedication. When I think of them, as I have seen them at their work and at their devotions, I want to put away all the books, tear up all the scribbled notes. There are no more doubts or dilemmas; everything is perfectly clear. What commentary or exposition, however, eloquent, lucid, perceptive, inspired even, can equal in eludication and illumination the effect of these dedicated lives? What mind has conceived a discourse, or tongue spoken it, which conveys even to a minute degree the light they shine before men?
I was hungry, and you gave me meat.
I was thirsty, and you gave me drink.
I was a stranger, and you took me in, and I was naked and you clothed me.
I was sick, and you visited me.
I was in prison, and you came unto me.
The words (of Jesus) come alive, as no study or meditation could possibly make them, in the fulfillment in the most literal sense of Jesus' behest to see in the suffering face of humanity his suffering face, and in their broken bodies, his. The religion Jesus gave the world is an experience, not a body of ideas or principles. It is in being lived that it lives, as it is in loving that the love which it discloses at the heart of all creation becomes manifest. It belongs to the world of a Cervantes rather than that of a Wittgen-stein; to Rabelais and Tolstoy rather than to Bultmann and Barth. It is for fools like me, the poor of this world, Quoted fromMalcolm Muggeridge (British Theologian) - Jesus, The Man Who Lives
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Such lovely thoughts Amrita. Thank you dear.
My other Christian blogfriend wrote a post about it - he wrote, that a lot of people pray to God, that He give something to eat for hungry people, but it is easier to pray than to do. Jesus said to the Apostles to give people on the desert something to eat, despite the fact that He could make this very easily. So it is our duty to visit sick people, to give bread for hungry, to give clothes to naked...
Hello Amrita,
Fantastic. Very thought provoking. Mother Teresa's work will last till the end of this world.
Many thanks for sharing this inspirational post.
Best wishes,
Joseph
Amrita, lovely and thank you for sharing. Blessings.
Thank you dear friends. Mother was a living walking proof of the reality of Christ.
Thank you dear friends. Mother was a living walking proof of the reality of Christ.
Amrita, this is such a heart touching post. Mother Teresa has inspired my life so much, especially after I visited her Missionaries' orphanage in Haiti.
Blessings, my friend.
Doris
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