
Mother Teresa
This past week, our family had the wonderful opportunity to visit Mother House, the home of Mother Teresa in Kolkata. You can see the small, austere bedroom where she stayed. Her tomb is there, and there is a small museum documenting the life and work of Mother Teresa.
I am humbled when I think about how this woman gave her life to serve the poor and needy. And Kolkata is full of poor and needy people. They slept on the sidewalk just outside the gate of the compound where we stayed. They came up to us on the street, begging for money or food.
Dirty children walked up to us, touched our arms and called, “Aunty, please…. Please, Aunty.” Wrinkled old women, who probably looked much older than they were because of their harsh circumstances, looked hollow-eyed, searching for some relief. And, most heartbreaking of all, mothers with babies too small for their age would approach, holding out their baby’s empty bottle, a graphic picture of their need. Suffering was everywhere.
It was into the midst of such human suffering that Jesus came and walked. He fed the hungry, healed the sick, and touched lives. Mother Teresa also lived and walked among the suffering souls of Kolkata. She touched lives by nursing and comforting the sick, feeding the hungry, and loving the unlovable.
Where is God in the midst of human suffering? When faced with those who suffer, we become God incarnate. We become the hands and feet of Jesus. How? We packed up leftover food from a meal and gave it to a child on the street on our way back to our rooms. We discreetly tucked a few rupees into the hands of mothers with babies or old women. We stopped and paid a street vendor to feed a hungry child who was following us.
But we’re just one family, and there are untold thousands of poor, hungry, homeless people struggling to fill their empty bellies and stave off the hunger pangs. In the face of so much suffering, what difference did we make? Well, we made a difference to that mother with her baby. That baby got to eat for one more day. That mother didn’t have to listen to her baby cry with hunger that day. We made a difference to the little boy who got to eat when we paid the street vendor to feed him. He waved happily over his shoulder, already gobbling his food, as we walked away. And we made a difference to the ones who ate our leftovers. They went to sleep with satisfied stomachs that night.
Each of us has the chance to make a difference for one or two or three every day. We can become Jesus to the people around us, extending His love and compassion to those we come into contact with wherever we might be. We can shine a little light into the dark corners we discover. We can give hope for one more day. And, yes, we can make a difference in someone’s life, as we share Jesus’ love in practical ways with those who are less fortunate that we are.
–Debbie Ong
Israel was finally moving into the Promised Land. After over 400 years of slavery, and 40 years of wandering in the wilderness, God’s promises to Israel were finally coming to their fulfillment!
Genesis 1:1
A well-loved and highly respected man in our church passed away recently, just ten days before Father’s Day. He had lung cancer. He left a wife and three children, ranging from their teens to early twenties.
Ever watched the old 1950s sitcom? In 30 short minutes, Betty, Bud and Kathy’s little world could be turned upside down and, almost with the snap of a finger, restored to perfect order…just like that.
Saying ‘thank you’ isn’t just a matter of good manners. It’s also creating and establishing an attitude and lifestyle. You can help your child to learn gratitude through your example and also through a few simple activities you can try at home.
Last year and early this year I felt so much like Job in the Bible. Everything suddenly went downhill for me: my marriage, my career, my business, my finances and my child’s health. It was like being pushed to the corner and receiving one hard blow after another. I literally spent my days crying and feeling so miserable. I just could not understand how things suddenly all spiralled out of control. Life was one miserable existence. The Enemy was having a fiesta seeing me down on the pits and wallowing in mud. Where was God and why was I going through all these? I am a good christian girl ( or at least I think I am), and I read the bible and do my devotions everyday. I even flew all over the region and did missions work. Then why was I punished? What have I done to deserve this?
I woke up this morning, snuggled deeper into my nice cozy bed, and rolled over for one last kiss and cuddle with my husband before getting up to face the day. Thank You, Lord.
How about you? Do you have a habit of seeing the glass half full or half empty? It’s so easy to become disillusioned with life with its daily challenges, trials and frustrations, and to begin grumbling, whining and complaining. Why don’t you do something today to begin to turn that stinkin’ thinkin’ into an attitude of gratitude?