May 4, 2011 Wednesday: Second Week of Easter (A)
God so loved the world that he gave his only-begotten Son... (John 3:16)
Something Beautiful for God
This love that we have for our people is a gift, for Jesus said, "Whatever you do to the least of my brothers, you did it to Me." We are with the least all the time. When you give a glass of water, you give it to Jesus. He claims it... I remember last time we picked up one man from the street; he was full of worms. I asked one sister, "How can he go to heaven like that?" We started pulling the worms [out] one by one. I told sister, "Better hold it by the mouth for it can bit you." We removed everything. I asked, "Do you want to get God's blessing by which your sins are forgiven?" Something came out, sunshine, perfect joy. Something spiritual happened to him and after fifteen minutes he died, without worms--I hope that nothing remained inside. So many we picked up like that from the street. But one beautiful thing: no complaint, no words, he accepted. You could see his pain, but not a sound of complaint. He must have gone straight to heaven. St. Peter said, "How is it, for you had so many worms?" He must have got the best place for he never complained. Something beautiful for God. Pray that we may not spoil God's work--to help people to remove their worms.
-Mother Teresa from Where There Is Love, There Is God
Something Beautiful for God
This love that we have for our people is a gift, for Jesus said, "Whatever you do to the least of my brothers, you did it to Me." We are with the least all the time. When you give a glass of water, you give it to Jesus. He claims it... I remember last time we picked up one man from the street; he was full of worms. I asked one sister, "How can he go to heaven like that?" We started pulling the worms [out] one by one. I told sister, "Better hold it by the mouth for it can bit you." We removed everything. I asked, "Do you want to get God's blessing by which your sins are forgiven?" Something came out, sunshine, perfect joy. Something spiritual happened to him and after fifteen minutes he died, without worms--I hope that nothing remained inside. So many we picked up like that from the street. But one beautiful thing: no complaint, no words, he accepted. You could see his pain, but not a sound of complaint. He must have gone straight to heaven. St. Peter said, "How is it, for you had so many worms?" He must have got the best place for he never complained. Something beautiful for God. Pray that we may not spoil God's work--to help people to remove their worms.
-Mother Teresa from Where There Is Love, There Is God
