Her name is synonymous with compassion. Her face is a mixture of hope and determination. Her life was given in service to God. She touched the untouchable, loved the loveless, and helped shape a global culture of charity.
I'll move on at the risk of sounding like a cheesy wedding MC. You all get my point.
"It is a pity to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish." – Mother Theresa of Calcutta, speaking out against abortion. I remember wearing that quotiation on a shirt long ago in high school, embossed on a faded embryo. Those fews words spoke what I could not say and yet felt burning inside even as a young child. There were millions in the world without a voice and we were living our lives with impunity and without care for those silent souls. It ate at me. It tore me apart. God was at work even then preparing me to speak out and be such a voice as Mother Theresa's… one day. My tongue was slow and my skills stunted.
I battled for years, sadly, in looking to this woman as a hero. Leaders and peers I knew and loved taught me that because she was Catholic, her doctrine was awry and thus she very possibly did not know Christ in a redemptive way. Could not be trusted.
But the same goes for the evangelicals who fill the padded pews each week. Just because the mouse is in the cookie jar, doesn't make the mouse a cookie.
I have since brushed off those condemnations. Very gladly so.
She dirtied her hands her whole life out of love for God. The fruit of her labour is still increasing. I love this summary video of her life and ministry set to U2's "Grace"… "for grace finds beauty in everything".