I have
always admired the work of Mother Teresa and the missionaries of charity in
reaching out to abandoned children and elderly and my wife and I visited one of
their houses in Manila just before we got married; at that time just to drop
off a few supplies of baby milk and medicines. It was almost 20 years later
before we visited again but this time I came to appreciate it in an entirely
different way.
As we
entered I noticed an array of coffins lined-up against the wall outside the
carpenters shed, and during the Mass there was an occupied one in the chapel
too. But as the day unfolded and we met with many of the residents it became
apparent that it was by no means a gloomy place.
We
visited two teenage girls both bedridden with badly deformed
limbs and unable to speak; but when my wife started to sing to them their faces
lit up with beautiful smiles. It was as if light beamed out of them. A pure light,
emanating from pure souls as they delighted in the hymns being sung. It was
like the two of them were lamps placed at the foot of God’s throne, burning
brightly as they lay there interceding, through the sufferings of their short
lives, for us sinners.
Next we
met an old lady, an 83 year old with a skeletal appearance, almost
weightless. She was full of joy also and loved to talk and pray with us. Such a
strong spirit and another beautiful (toothless) smile. Like all the residents
she has nothing and no one in the world and spends her time in prayer and
preparation to meet her God and be reunited with her husband and son who had
gone on ahead of her.
Through
the love of the missionary sisters the tragic circumstances of the lives of the
residents meet the majesty of God and although time is short I believe that each
one receives what they need before they die.
For
visitors too the place is a great blessing. It gives you a more realistic
perspective of your own troubles and a clearer understanding of what is really
important in life.