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The Abortion Interviews

The Abortion Interviews

 

The following accounts are the result of interviews of aborted women conducted by Donna Wilson, B.A., M.Div, MALM. pastor of the Erie Street Community Church in Collingwood, Ontario.

 

Story 1 (March 2014):

I grew up in the city. My family attended church where my father was an elder. He held a particular stand on abortion. He believed women should make their own choice, but he was against the actual decision to abort a child.

As the oldest of four siblings, I grew up feeling a lot of pressure in this role. Our home life was very unsettled, and in my high school years, I began to act out. I was in a relationship with a boy when I discovered I was pregnant. I experienced morning sickness but would feel better during the day. I left on a school band trip, experiencing the same symptoms but no one seemed to notice. By the time I returned, I assumed I was pregnant. I could not tell my parents, because of my difficult home situation.

One day, while walking home from school, I saw a billboard which read, “Pregnancy Crisis line”. I tried the number at home, but unfortunately only listened to a voice on the answering machine. In my shame and guilt, I could not leave my name and number. I wonder if I had heard a real voice on the line, if my story would be different.

I had one option. I knew the stories in my family and felt I could go to my Aunt for help. My grandmother had been pregnant at age 16, birthed two children consecutively, and then married. Years later, my aunt became pregnant at age16, and because of her own experience, my grandmother had taken her to a clinic to have an abortion, to avoid repeating the same mistake in the family line.

I wrote a letter to my Aunt and in response, she picked me up and I spent a couple of weekends at her place as we contemplated the next step. In my aunt’s mind, everything had worked out following her own (her mother’s) decision to abort her baby. She had finished high school, had a family and lived a wonderful life since. I wondered if I would feel the same, but I agreed to let her take me to a nearby clinic.   The Doctor said it was early on in the pregnancy and the procedure could be done. I now question this, as I feel I was past my first trimester. Following this initial appointment, my Aunt suggested we give my parents an opportunity to know what was happening and be a part of the decision. Together we told my parents. They responded in anger. My Father was furious I was pregnant and he had not been involved in the decision from the beginning. In his mind, it was a little too late. He called me every name in the book and spoke to me little, only when necessary, for many months. I will never forget this night.

The day I was taken to the hospital, was July 4th, Independence Day in the US, but a date that would become a life sentence for me. My mother conceded to come with me to the clinic. I did not feel I had a choice in the matter and we kept moving toward the dreaded moment. I had been to the appointment and now it was time to carry it through. Everything felt very cold. I went in, was put under with antiseptic, and then sent home. A sadness came over me. I was numb. It was done.

I attended an alternative school. In that time, I disclosed what had happened to a teacher. I had reached out for help before when I asked my father if I could speak to our pastor. My father had refused, saying, “he was not going to burden the pastor with my problem”. The teacher listened to my pain, and arranged for me to speak with a Catholic priest. Surprisingly, he was very caring, and not condemning. He listened, and spoke helpful words to me. This was the start to a lifelong healing process. Although, this was helpful, day to day, I continued to live a carefree and reckless life. I just used more caution to avoid another pregnancy.

I met my husband while attending university. We married and I was pregnant at age 22. During this pregnancy, my aunt who had assisted with my abortion, contacted me and told me her daughter, my cousin (21) was pregnant. She wanted her daughter to have an abortion, and asked if I would speak with her. Waves of emotion flooded over me. I assured her, I would NOT be telling her daughter what she had said to me. I was not the same person, had become stronger in my faith, and was carrying a child myself. My aunt understood, but she still wanted me to speak to her daughter. I shared my secret with my cousin, and was honest about how it had affected me. I shared with her Psalm 139 “…you are fearfully and wonderfully made….I knit you together in your mother’s womb.” My cousin chose to keep her baby! This situation left a strain between my aunt and myself for years to come. We were not as close after my cousin’s pregnancy, and my aunt would express much delight in this grandchild.

I had some complications with my early pregnancies. One night, the Lord helped me come to a personal acknowledgement of my wrongful choice, years previously, and I found myself weeping in sorrow. As I cried out to the Lord, I felt a strange tug in my stomach, and felt God heal my womb. I no longer had complications during subsequent pregnancies.

Even though I have experienced physical and spiritual healing, the emotional pain is still there and July 4th comes every year. I experienced a miscarriage several pregnancies later. I felt the pain of loss, but it was different this time. It felt like God was in control and my loss was not the result of my own choice. Yet I know, in both situations, my babies are in heaven and I will see them again.

By sharing my experience with other women who are at risk, I have been able to offer choices and support. As my children have grown older, I have shared my experience with them, to keep them from living the pain I have endured.

 

Story 2 (March 2014):

 

I was in my early 20’s when I had an abortion. I discovered I was pregnant, and I told my boyfriend and we were both elated. I then told my mom. Here reaction took me by surprise. My mom had been the mother figure, when any of my friends had been in crisis, but this was not her response to me. She told me my life would be ruined, and I would always be in poverty. I would be out on the street and would not be able to support myself and the baby. I was extremely surprised and hurt by her words. My boyfriend was very hurt too. I was in absolute shock and feeling the initial emotional pain, that would remain with me until today. My boyfriend and I were devastated. We did not stay together.

When I was 8 weeks along, my mom took me to Toronto. I remember we had to push a button to go in the unmarked building. Then we went in another door. It was a rigorous admission process. I went through three interviews. Along the way, I lied and said it was my choice. In reality, it was not my choice but under the pressure, I did not feel that I had a choice. Either I abort my baby or I would be disowned my mother. In one room, I had an ultrasound with the option of seeing my baby and knowing how far along I was. My mother was in the first room and then I proceeded to the other rooms alone. I was in a waiting room waiting to be called in. There were magazines, and though there were other women in the room, no one talked. Silence. When I was called in, it was a very cold procedure, much like having an annual exam. The doctor performed the procedure and then immediately left. I was then moved to a recovery room and was feeling sick. I felt very sad. The nurse handed me anti-anxiety pills on our way out, as if it was a normal part of the procedure, with the expectancy of the anxiety the day would conjure.

I do not share this experience with anyone My mom does not talk about it, and unbelievably, she has suggested the same advise with subsequent pregnancies. I do not respond to her, because I do not want to talk about it, but her suggestions makes me sick. The pain never goes away. I always feel my little one with me. Last year, I experienced a miscarriage. I was sad about this new loss but it was not the same. I knew it was God’s choice, and not mine. I did not murder this child.

 

Story 3 (March 2014):

 

I grew up very much pro-life. Unfortunately, it was not long before pro-choice entered my world. In our early adult years, my brother and his girlfriend discovered she were pregnant. Going against my brother’s choice, his girlfriend aborted their baby. I was young, but was aware of the situation. It was a helpless feeling. This baby was my little nephew or niece but we could not protect them. It was very hurtful to my brother and our family.

Years later my cousin disclosed to me she had an affair, and was pregnant with her partner’s baby. Her husband of many years, had a vasectomy, and their children were getting older. She was heartbroken and had come to me, but I didn’t know what to say. Under the circumstances, there did not seem to be any other option. I had no words for her. I listened, as she told me she would make plans to abort the baby. Against my own personal values, I chose to walk this journey with her so she would not be alone. We went to a clinic, and I was in the room. As the procedure took place, the technician, said “It’s done.” It was a moment, as simplified as a pap test. My only thought was should there not be more to this? A life was just taken. I felt sick inside.

We left. We have never spoken of this incident since. My cousin made this choice to save her marriage and family, however, they eventually split for a while. I wonder what her future would have held if she had chose to keep her baby. I think God would have made a way. Before this incident we were close, but since walking through this brokenness with her, we have grown apart. I am a painful reminder of the path that was taken.

 

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Saved By Mother Teresa

SAVED—BY MOTHER TERESA

 

MOther teresa

 

 SARA DENBOK

WITH TIM DENBOK

 

“Mother Teresa’s person, life, love, devotion, and holiness are very moving and very beautiful. And the story of how Sara was saved by Mother Teresa is very moving and very beautiful.”
—DR. STEPHEN SCHWARZ, Philosopher and Author

“I thought that Saved—By Mother Teresa was beautifully done. I enjoyed reading it, and it brought a tear to my eyes.”
—MARY CUDNEY, President of the Collingwood and District Pro-Life

Saved—By Mother Teresa is a beautifully told story.” —PAUL BROUGHTON, Owner of Life Cycle Books

Saved—By Mother Teresa is well written and the subject matter is excellent.”—FR. JOHN GALLAGHER, Theologian and Author

“Sara denBok’s story is a heartfelt chronicle of her early childhood as one of Mother Teresa’s ‘children.’ It is a touching account of the impact the Sisters of Charity have on the lives of the abandoned and dying and provides a very personal perspective on the life of Blessed Teresa.”—ELIZABETH RING-CASSIDY, Psychometrist and Author

“This is a beautiful testimony of how a loving person—Mother Teresa—can bring God’s love to the attention of the whole world. It also impresses on us the fact that we are most effective in loving others when we channel that love through Jesus, the Son of God.” —DR. DONALD DEMARCO, Philosopher and Author

“Mother Teresa provided very real help to the poor and vulnerable because she said, ‘they were Jesus in disguise.’ This is one such tangible story, with Mother Teresa rescuing an orphan from the streets of Calcutta and in the process both saving and transforming a little girl’s life.”—PAUL TUNS, Editor, The Interim

“I love Sara’s story; it made me cry more than once. —VIRGINIA CHATHAM, English Professor

Sara denBok is a DSW (Developmental Service Worker), who lives and works in Collingwood, Ontario, Canada. Her husband, Tim denBok, is a support worker with people who are mentally and physically challenged. Together they have two children, Daniel and Leah, who are 18 and 14 years old, respectively.

Tim and sarah

Inquiries concerning speaking engagements my be directed as follows:

Sara denBok
3 Victory Dr., Collingwood, ON., Canada, L9Y 2G6
(705) 444-5516 tdenBok3Victory@gmail.com

 

COPYRIGHT 2014:

Life Cycle Books Canada
Parts of this booklet may be quoted for publication without permission, but Life Cycle Books Canada would appreciate receiving a copy of the article in question or any other form of acknowledgment.

COVER ILLUSTRATION:

Tim denBok

PUBLISHER:

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This is Nirmala Shishu Bhavan, which, translated into English, means Home of the Little Children.

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Here is my soon-to-be adoptive dad, Eldon Bell, and I standing on the roof of Nirmala Shishu Bhavan.

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Here I am, during my return to Nirmala Shishu Bhavan, standing in the same spot as in the previous photo, with one of the Sisters and some of the orphans.

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Here I am at the airport in New York, being signed over to my new adoptive parents by the airline stewardess. My new, adoptive mom, Audrey Bell, is on the left. I am being held by adoptive dad, Eldon.

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 For my adoptive parents, Eldon and Audrey Bell. Thank you for wanting me.

 


Introduction

Mother Teresa was a Catholic nun. As such she had taken a vow of chastity. Yet, ironically, though most women have only a few children, she had, literally, thousands of them—children whom she rescued from disease, malnourishment, and death. (TIME magazine went so far as to even call her the “Mother to the World.”1) She called these children “my children.” To them, she was, truly, their “mother.” I am one of those children, and this is my story.

 

The Saint of the Gutters

Mother Teresa was born in 1910 and died in 1997, at the age of 87. She spent most of her life in India helping the people, she called, “the poorest of the poor”, acquiring the name “the saint of the gutters.” But, contrary to what many believe, she was not, herself, Indian. She was born in the former Yugoslavia (present-day Macedonia) of Albanian parents. Nor was her real name “Teresa”. Her name at birth was Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu. She took on the name “Teresa” in 1928 when she became a Catholic nun. She named herself after Saint Therese of Lisieux, who lived in the 19th century. She became Mother Teresa—as opposed to, simply, Sister Teresa– in 1937 when she took her final vows.

Mother Teresa had been teaching children with the Sisters of Loreto, a religious order in Calcutta when, on a train trip to the mountains in Darjeeling on September 10, 1946, something happened to her that would change her life forever. She heard, audibly, the voice of Jesus speaking to her, and had several visions of him. What Jesus said to her was this: “Carry Me into the holes of the poor. I want Indian nuns, Missionaries of Charity, who would be my fire of love among the poor, the sick, the dying, and the little children.”2 (As the reader will see shortly, this period of intense spiritual light would soon be followed by a prolonged interval of spiritual darkness.)

Mother Teresa’s first reaction to this calling was one of reluctance. She did not want to leave Loreto. She liked it there. But Jesus was insistent. ‘There are plenty of nuns to look after the well-to- do people’, she would report him saying, ‘but as for my very poor, there are absolutely none. For them I long—them I love. Wilt thou refuse?”3 Mother Teresa, of course, did not refuse. Every year since then, theMissionaries of Charity have celebrated September 10 as InspirationDay.4

Immediately upon returning from Darjeeling, Mother Teresa asked the Calcutta archdiocese for permission to form her own order. The Sisters of this order, she explained, would, in their dress and lifestyle, fully identify with the poor.5 Her Superiors were not, at first, persuaded. However, permission was eventually granted, and in 1950 Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity.“ At the time of her death, there were 3,842 Missionary of Charity Sisters in 594 foundations in 120 countries.”6 Unlike many Christian leaders who are the head of large organizations, Mother Teresa has never made a plea for donations, relying instead on God to supply all of her needs.

Mother Teresa won many awards, most notably, the Nobel Peace Prize. In announcing Mother Teresa as the recipient of the award for 1979, the Nobel Peace Prize Committee explained, in part, that, “Mother Teresa’s work has been recognized and acclaimed throughout the world….”7

Mother Teresa was one of the most admired women in the last couple of decades of the 20th century. According to the polling organization, Gallup, in fact, she was the most admired woman in the world for several of those years, beating out other famous woman such as Queen Elizabeth II and Margaret Thatcher. When she was alive she was considered by many to be a living Saint. Since her death, the Catholic Church has begun the long process of canonizing her, or making her a saint.

 

“But the fruit of the Spirit is … joy …”

India is one of the poorest nations in the world. One third of the world’s poor live there. Approximately 40% of India’s population lives below the poverty line.8 When Mother Teresa was alive this number was even higher. However, Mother Teresa never allowed the misery and affliction that surrounded her on every side to be reflected on her countenance. On the contrary, she exuded joy. “We must be able to radiate the joy of Christ, express it in our actions. If our actions are just useful actions that give no joy to the people, our poor would never be able to rise up to the call which we want them to hear, the call tocome closer to God. We want to make them feel that they are loved. If we went to them with a sad face, we would make them much more depressed.”9

Obviously, Mother Teresa’s joy was not dependent on outward circumstances. What, then, was the source of it? In a word: God. According to Galatians 5:22, joy is a “fruit of the Spirit” that should be characteristic of all Christians. That Mother Teresa possessed it in such abundance is all the more remarkable when you consider that, as a series of letters she wrote to a spiritual confidant reveal, from 1949 until her death, she experienced, what St. John of the Cross called, a “dark night of the soul.” She was simply unable, like the biblical character Job during his trials, to feel God’s presence at this time. In one letter she says, “Jesus has a very special love for you. As for me the silence and emptiness is so great that I look and do not see, listen and do not hear. The tongue moves [in prayer] but does not speak.”10 Was Mother Teresa’s radiant smile, then, a mere facade? No. To believe so would be to confuse the joy of the Spirit with a feeling of contentment. The joy of the Spirit, however, far from being a mere emotion, is a state of mind that is grounded in the knowledge that one is saved, that one’s name is written in the “book of life” (Revelations 13:8). Though this trial left Mother Teresa’s faith severely shaken, her love for Christ, she said, continued “unbroken.”11

 

The Home of the Destitute and Dying

Near the beginning of her ministry in Calcutta, Mother Teresa came across a woman lying on the street who was, as she says, “half eaten by the rats and ants.”12 Personnel at the hospital refused to admit her. She, after all, had no money to pay them. When Mother Teresa refused to leave until they let the woman stay, they, grudgingly, gave in to her demand. As a result of this experience, Mother Teresa realized that there was a need for a ministry that would provide care for those who were dying. Within 24 hours she had gained access to an abandoned, ancient Hindu temple. Thus began Nirmala Hiriday, or the “Home for the Destitute and Dying.”

In India there is often a reluctance to help those who are suffering. The reason for this is that most who live in India are Hindus, and, as such, believe in the doctrine of karma. There are variousschools of thought that have developed over the centuries with regard to this ancient doctrine. But it is, roughly, the belief that what happens to a person in this life is the result of what he or she did in a previous life. Thus, the suffering that one endures now is the, inevitable, consequence of one’s, past, evil actions. And that is just the way it is.

Fortunately for the many whom Mother Teresa helped, she did not believe in karma. Rather, she believed, on the basis of Jesus’ parable of the “Sheep and the Goats”, that those who suffer are, in some mystical sense, “Christ in his distressing disguise.”13 She believed that in them she encountered Jesus, just as surely as she did when partaking of the sacraments. She says, “This is where the respect and the love and the devotion come; in, that we give it and we do it to God, to Christ, and that’s why we try to do it as beautifully as possible. Because it is a continual contact with Christ in his work, it is the same contact we have during Mass and in the Blessed Sacrament. There we have Jesus in the appearance of bread. But here in the slums, in the broken body, in the children, we see Christ and we touch him.”14

In an interview with the journalist Malcolm Muggeridge in 1968, Mother Teresa said that she and the Sisters of her order had rescued over twenty-three thousand people from the streets of Calcutta alone. Of these, she said, about half had died.15 Below, in her own words, are the descriptions of two such rescues:

“One evening, we went out and we picked up four people from the street. And one of them was in the most terrible condition. I told the Sisters: ‘You take care of the other three I will take care of the one who looks worse’. So I did for her all that my love can do. I put l her in bed, and there was a beautiful smile on her face. She took hold of my hand, and she said one thing only: ‘Thank you.’ Then she died. Then there was a man we picked up from a drain, half eaten by worms. And after we had brought him to the home, he only said, ‘I have lived like an animal in the street, but I am going to die as an angel, loved and cared for.” Then after we had removed all the worms from his body, all he said-with a big smile-was: ‘Sister, I am going home to God.’ And he died.”16

 

A Prayer Warrior

Prayer was to Mother Teresa a necessary condition for fulfilling her calling. Without it, she said she would not have had the strength to serve the “poorest of the poor.” She said, “To love as Jesus loves, meeting daily with Him through prayer is essential. Without it, love dies. What blood is to the body, prayer is to the soul.”17 This explains why prayer played such a prominent part in Mother Teresa’s day-to-day life. To quote Father Brian Kolodiejchuk, an associate of Mother Teresa for twenty years, “Prayer permeated Mother Teresa’s day: she started, ended, and filled each day with prayer.”18 One has only to look at Mother Teresa’s daily schedule to see the importance that she placed upon prayer. She woke up at 4:40 a.m. Her morning prayer began at 5:00 a.m. This was followed by Divine Office, Meditation, and Holy Mass until about 7:00 a.m. Mother Teresa also met with the community for prayer at other times like Midday Prayer at 12:00 p.m. Beginning at 2:00 p.m., she did Spiritual Reading, followed by Holy Hour and Divine Office from 6:30 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. She prayed at 8:00 p.m. after dinner, as well as a night prayer at 9:00 p.m. She said, “We try to pray through our work by doing it with Jesus, for Jesus, to Jesus. That helps to put our whole heart and soul into doing it.”19

 

“This is my blood which was shed for you…”

Another vital source of strength for Mother Teresa was the sacraments, particularly, Holy Communion. When Mother Teresa was asked from where she got her spiritual power, without hesitating she replied: “It comes from Christ and the Sacrament.”20 In the above mentioned interview, Mother Teresa told Muggeridge that Holy Communion “was the spiritual food which sustains her, without which, she said, she could not get through a single day or hour of the life of dedication she has chosen.”21 So important was the Eucharist to Mother Teresa that she and the Sisters partook of it daily during Mass. As well, beginning in 1973, she decided to have a daily service known as Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament, which used to be done only once a week when she first started. During this time, for one hour, the sacrament, which Catholics believe is the actual body of Christ, was exposed and adored by her and the Sisters. She said, “Holy Communion, as the word itself implies, is the intimate union of Jesus and our soul and body. If we want to have life and have it more abundantly, we must live on the flesh of our Lord.”22

Holy Communion was not only the spiritual food that sustained Mother Teresa, it also provided her with a model for how to treat the poor. This is beautifully illustrated in the following story told by Mother Teresa: “[Our sisters] had to go the home for the dying. And before they went, I said to them … ’You saw during Holy Mass with what tenderness, with what love, father was touching the Body of Christ. Make sure it is the same body in the poor that you will be touching. Give that same love, that same tenderness.’ They went. After three hours, they returned, and one of them came up to my room and said, ‘Mother, I’ve been touching the body of Christ for three hours. Her face was shining with joy.’ I said, ‘What did you do, sister?’ ‘Well, just as we arrived, they brought a man covered with maggots. He had been picked up from a drain. And for three hours, I have been touching the body of Christ. I knew it was He.’”23

My Story

Though Mother Teresa was, to many people, simply a woman to be admired, to me she is much more. For if it was not for her, I would probably not be alive today. As the front-page story that appeared in the Toronto Star on September 10, 1997 says, I was ‘Saved–by Mother Teresa’. Let me, briefly, tell you my story. My purpose in putting it on paper is to pay tribute to this godly woman to whom I owe so much.

I was only three years old when a police officer found me wandering, alone, on one of Calcutta’s many crowded streets. I had three open sores on my head, and was probably bleeding. (My mother thinks that I was, likely, mauled by a dog because, upon first seeing one shortly after arriving in Canada, I was “deathly afraid.”) The police officer must have felt sorry for me, and, knowing that Mother Teresa never turned a child away, took me to her orphanage, Nirmala Shishu Bhavan. In English this means ‘Home of the Little Children.’ I know nothing about myself prior to having been brought to Mother Teresa, with one exception: I was Bindu the Hindu, and spoke Bengali. I do not know my last name. Nor do I know when I was born. Mother Teresa gave me my birth date. I could be a year older or younger.

Though there is no way to know for sure, it is likely that I was abandoned. Why do I say this? There are a couple of reasons. First, girls are not valued very highly in India. As evidence of this, inIndia, sex-selection abortions of girls are common occurrences. The sex-selection abortion of girls is the aborting of a pre-born female for no other reason than that she is the “wrong” sex. This practice is especially prevalent among the Hindu population in India. According to one study that was done in Bombay, India, in 1984, of 8,000 sex- selection abortions that were performed there, 7,999 of the pre-born who were killed were girls.24

Infanticide was once the primary means used in India for eliminating unwanted female offspring. Today this is done, largely, through sex-selection abortion.25 However, though the means have changed, the end result is the same: the killing of an unwanted, baby girl!

There are, at least, a couple of reasons why female children are not valued very highly in India. First, there is the illegal, but still common, practice, in India, of paying for a dowry gift. A dowry is the payment, often financial, by the family of the bride to the family of the bridegroom. This transaction occurs at the same time that the bride is given away. A dowry gift can be very expensive, costing the bride’s family as much as 10 years wages.26 Second, parents of a girl are expected to throw a party for her when she reaches puberty.27

Another reason why I think that I was probably abandoned, is that, after I was found, the orphanage, in an attempt to find my parents, put up posters about me around the streets of Calcutta. However, no one came forward to claim me.

Happily for me Mother Teresa did not share this view of the low worth of baby girls. She valued all human life—boys and girls, young and old—and never turned away a child that was brought to her. Her orphanage was full of girls. For example, when, as an adult, I returned to the orphanage for a visit, about which more will be said later, there were 150 babies upstairs in cribs—three to a crib—and 150 toddlers downstairs, the vast majority of which were girls. “How can there be too many children?”, Mother Teresa once said, “That is like saying there are too many flowers.”28

Mother Teresa, commenting on the high mortality rate among children in India, said, “Yes, many would die, especially among those children that are unwanted. Quite possibly they would have been either thrown away or killed. But that way is not for us; our way is topreserve life, the life of Christ in the life of the child.”29 Muggeridge, while touring the orphanage with Mother Teresa, asked her if “it was truly worth while trying to salvage a few abandoned children who might other wise be expected to die of neglect, malnutrition or some related illness.” Mother Teresa’s poignant reply was simply to hold up a tiny, malnourished girl and say, “Look, there’s life in her!”30

I lived at the orphanage for two years until age 5. In December of 1974 my now, adoptive parents, Eldon and Audrey Bell, were visiting India along with some friends of theirs, Alf and Lela Rees, who had, previously, been missionaries in India for ten years. Alf, through the Bishop of Calcutta, with whom he had developed an acquaintance, arranged for a meeting with Mother Teresa. Included in this meeting was a tour of Nirmala Shishu Bhavan. At that time there were 93 orphans there, including me. This was when I first met my soon-to-be adoptive parents. At the time, they were forty-eight years old, had three children, and had no intention of having any more. I, apparently, had other plans for them. For no sooner did they walk into the orphanage, then, I am told, I made a beeline straight towards the man who, in less than a year’s time would be my dad, and clung to his leg. This happened again when they returned for a second visit. Seventeen years later, while serving as the Master of Ceremonies at my wedding, Alf would joke that I saw my soon-to-be dad as my “one-way ticket” out of India. If so, my plan worked to perfection. For soon afterwards, Eldon and Alf approached Mother Teresa about adopting me. They were both wearing sunglasses and must have looked shady because Mother Teresa got the notion that they wanted to purchase me— and then, presumably, sell me again for a profit. Needless to say, she flatly refused to let them have me. But after being assured that they only wanted to adopt me, and not buy me, Mother Teresa, eventually, relented, and the process of my adoption was set in motion.

One of the conditions of my adoption was that my adoptive parents had to send Mother Teresa a photograph of me with a letter informing her as to how I was doing. This was to be done until I was 18 years old. Mother Teresa made this demand of all of the couples who adopted children from Nirmala Shishu Bhavan. Later I was to learn that she kept these pictures and letters in a scrapbook.

A year after Mother Teresa consented to my adoption, I was put on a plane bound for New York. (At the time there were no flightsfrom India to Toronto.) I was the first child from Nirmala Shishu Bhavan ever to be adopted to Canada.

Not surprisingly, my move from the East to the West was not without a few bumps along the way. For example, my first meal in Western civilization was, appropriately enough, a McDonald’s hamburger. However, since Hindus don’t eat beef, I, promptly, took the hamburger apart and ate—the pickle. During my first year here, while on vacation in Florida, I stepped into the deep end of a swimming pool, having never seen one before, and had to be fished from the bottom of it by my dad. I must have thought my adopted family’s black and white TV badly needed some colour. For the first opportunity that I had, I gave it some—with my crayons.

 

Memories Better Forgotten

Though most people can remember some things that happened to them when they were a child of four or five, I cannot remember anything until I was seven. As such, I have no memory of my biological parents. However, I am told that, as a little girl, I did speak of my Indian mother once. One day I picked a little flower and put it behind my ear and said that I remembered my mother doing that. Nor can I remember my two years at Nirmala Shishu Bhavan.

It has been suggested to me that one reason I can’t remember anything from this period in my life is that it was too traumatic. Psychologists say that when something very painful happens to someone, he or she will, as a way to cope, sometimes bury the experience deep in his or her subconscious. The technical name for this is “repression.” (I will come back to this topic in a moment.) Whatever may be the case, my earliest memory—significantly enough—is of becoming a Christian, at the age of seven, while attending summer camp at, what was then called, the Stayner Missionary Campgrounds.

 

I Return to My Birthplace

In 1994, with my husband, Tim, I returned to Nirmala Shishu Bhavan for a visit. It was the first time I had been there since, as a little girl of five, I had said goodbye to the other orphans and the nuns who livedthere, including Mother Teresa. Previous to our going there, Mother Teresa sent me a letter in which she said, in part, “Come with hearts to love and hands to serve Jesus in the crippled, the abandoned, the sick and dying in anyone of our Centres.”

For months leading up to the return to my birthplace I was very nervous. I was worried that the familiar sights of my childhood would awaken memories that were, perhaps, better forgotten. But, as it was, I had nothing to worry about. For upon arriving at Nirmala Shishu Bhavan I found that I could not remember any of the people or places with whom I had been so intimately acquainted as a child. I, however, had not been forgotten. For one of the nuns there, Sister Charmaine, remembered me. She recognized me, she said, by the scar over my right eye.

The highlight of my return to India was my visit with Mother Teresa in the Mother House. As soon as I introduced myself as one of Mother Teresa’s “children”, I was immediately ushered into the “court yard”, where she had her living quarters—which was actually just a simple room. Upon first seeing Mother Teresa, I was, immediately, struck with how small in stature she was. She only stood 148 cm (4’ 10”) and weighed 40. 82 kg (90 lbs.). At this time Mother Teresa was very old. She had also been unwell for several years with a heart condition. It was hard to believe that this tiny woman was universally recognized as a moral and spiritual giant. I also particularly remember that her feet were swollen, such that I wondered how she could even walk on them. When I met her she was hunched over and could only speak in a whisper. Unfortunately, this made it very hard for me to hear her. The fact that she still had a strong Albanian accent also made it difficult for me to understand what she was saying. As you can imagine, this was frustrating to me because I very much wanted to take in what she was telling me. But as she held both of my hands lovingly in hers, I heard her distinctly say several times, “The family that prays together stays together.” I will never forget the touch of her hands. They were as soft as velvet. Her presence exuded peace and love. It was a feeling that I have never since experienced to such a degree. It made me think of how those in Jesus’ presence must have felt.

Before I said goodbye to Mother Teresa, I gave her a picture that I had drawn of me standing on the roof of Nirmala Shishu Bhavan. Under the picture, in calligraphy, I put the Bible verse, “Let the little childrencome unto me.” Mother Teresa liked the picture very much and said that she would hang it on a wall in the Mother House.

The only thing that went wrong about my meeting with Mother Teresa is that Tim neglected to open the shutter on our camera before taking pictures of Mother Teresa and I together. As a result they all turned out black. So, unfortunately, I have no pictures of the two of us together.

Others have commented on the otherworldly quality exuded by Mother Teresa. For example, in his book Something Beautiful for God, Muggeridge, who was, at the time, a skeptic, said of Mother Teresa:“…I never met anyone more memorable. Just meeting her for a fleeting moment makes an ineffaceable impression. I have known people burst into tears when she goes, though it was only from a tea party where their acquaintance with her amounted to no more than receiving her smile. Once I had occasion to see her off, with one of the Sisters, at Calcutta railway station…. When the train began to move, and I walked away, I felt as though I were leaving behind me all the beauty and all the joy in the universe. Something of God’s universal love has rubbed off on Mother Teresa, giving her homely features a noticeable luminosity; a shining quality. She has lived so closely with her Lord that the same enchantment clings about her that sent the crowds chasing after him [Jesus] in Jerusalem and Galilee….”31

Tim and I spent most of the week that we were in India working with the orphans at Shishu Bhavan. Children immediately swarmed us, when we first set foot into the orphanage. I had five children jump on me: one on each leg, one on each arm, and one around my neck. (Does this sound familiar? Remember I had done the same thing to my soon-to-be dad twenty years earlier.) During this time the duties of Tim and I included: teaching the children English, feeding the younger children lunch, and playing games with the children. It was humorous to see how the younger children of a year to a year-and- a-half old were toilet trained. For this they were seated, about ten at a time, outside on a board with holes cut in it. As they sat there, they would, repeatedly, nod on and off, several times almost falling off theboard. For shower time, the children would be scrubbed with a bar of soap and, then, hosed down. As we worked with the children, I was constantly reminded of the fact that I had once been one of them. And though they were loved, it made me grateful to my parents for having decided to adopt me. Interestingly, though I usually find the experience of working with a lot of children stressful, during the time Tim and I worked at Nirmala Shishu Bhavan I felt a tremendous sense of peace.

Hanging on the wall of Nirmala Shishu Bhavan is the following poem, written by Kent M. Keith, that I think summarizes well the attitude that characterized Mother Teresa:

People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered, LOVE THEM ANYWAY

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives, DO GOOD ANYWAY

If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies, SUCCEED ANYWAY

The good you do will be forgotten tomorrow, DO GOOD ANYWAY

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable, BE HONEST AND FRANK ANYWAY

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight, BUILD ANYWAY

People really need help but may attack you if you help them, HELP PEOPLE ANYWAY

Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth, GIVE THE WORLD THE BEST YOU’VE GOT ANYWAY.

 

Mother Teresa’s Moral Authority

What was it about Mother Teresa that caused people who met her to react in the way described above and to be drawn to her? It was her moral authority. The great sociologist Max Weber, as paraphrased by the Christian author and sociologist Anthony Campolo, defined authority as follows: “When a leader is able to persuade others to do his will without coercion, when he presents himself in such a way that people want to obey him, when they recognize him as a legitimate leader with the right to expect compliance with his wishes, I say that he has authority.”32 How does one develop moral authority? Byspending one’s life in service for others. Few possess such authority. One who had it was William Wilberforce. He was the English reformer who, along with other members of the Clapham Sect, brought about the end of slavery and the slave trade in the British Empire. The Italian statesman Count Pecchio, while visiting Britain, described the following scene as Wilberforce entered the House of Commons: “When Mr. Wilberforce passes through the crowd every one contemplates this little old man worn with age, and his head sunk upon his shoulders, as a sacred relic.”33

Speaking of Mother Teresa’s moral authority, Campolo, says:“She commands no army, she sits in no parliament, she has no wealth and yet when she speaks, the world listens. Mother Teresa possesses no power in this world, but she does possess great authority. Her authority has been established by her willingness to sacrifice in the service of others. She has followed the example of her Saviour and has become a suffering servant…. Mother Teresa follows the example of Jesus and, consequently, has some of the same attraction and authority that people find in the crucified Lord. The more one gives to others in love, sacrifices for the well-being of others, and suffers for the cause of righteousness, the more one grows in authority. Mother Teresa finds herself in possession of great authority because she has done all of these things..”34

 

Afflicting the Comfortable

It has been well said of Jesus that he “comforted the afflicted and afflicted the comfortable.” To the Pharisees who were self- righteous, for example, Jesus was surprisingly harsh, calling them such things as “white-washed tombs”, “brood of vipers”, and “blind guides.” To such people as the woman caught in adultery, and the woman at the well, on the other hand, Jesus was very tender. Mother Teresa, more than anyone I can think of, also exhibited these two extremes of behavior. This was no more evident than in her response to the horror of mass abortion. To the survivors of botched abortions, for example, she offered a loving home. On one occasion, when Tim and I were visiting the orphanage, one of the nuns showed me the tiniest little baby girl. On all accounts the baby looked very healthy,but upon closer examination I noticed that she had stitches on her ear. When I asked the nun about this I was told that she had been found in a dustbin, the result of a botched abortion. To those who advocated the killing of the pre-born, on the other hand, Mother Teresa did not mince words.

As an example of Mother Teresa’s outspokenness concerning abortion, consider the talk she gave at the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington, D.C. on February 5, 1994. People of all political stripes and religious beliefs attend this annual event. For this reason, the talks given at it are, usually, of a non-controversial nature. Among the 3,000 in attendance were many VIPs, including President Clinton, the First Lady, Vice-President Al Gore, his wife, and Supreme Court justices.

Mother Teresa began her speech by talking about Jesus’ teaching that whatever we do, or not do, to the undesirables of society, we do, or not do, to him. She, then, talked about such innocuous subjects as the death of Jesus for our sins, our need to “give until it hurts”, the importance of caring for our parents when they are elderly, and making time for our children. Since Mother Teresa is a Roman Catholic nun, all of this would have been more or less expected. No surprise there. But she, then, hit them between the eyes with the following statement, as if with a two-by-four:

“But I feel that the greatest destroyer of peace today is abortion, because it is a war against the child, a direct killing of the innocent child—murder by the mother herself. And if we accept that a mother can kill her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another? … Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching the people to love, but to use any violence to get what they want. That is why the great destroyer of love and peace is abortion.”35

There was a brief moment in which one could hear a pin drop, then, beginning from one side of the room to the other, everyone stood and began applauding, and did not stop for over five minutes. Everyone, that is, except the Clintons and the Gores, as well as a few others. According to Peggy Noonan, a former speechwriter for Ronald Reagan, the Clinton’s and the Gore’s sat in their chairs “look[ing] like seated statues at Madame Tussauds.”36 The audacity of Mother Teresa—at an early morning breakfast of all things—left many in the audience

flabbergasted. (One senator, during Mother Teresa’s talk, turned to his wife and said, “Is my jaw up yet.”) But to the Christians in the audience, Mother Teresa’s words on this cold February morning should not have come as a surprise. For she was simply following the example of her Savior—afflicting the comfortable.

 

Mother Teresa Dies

Mother Teresa died on September 5, 1997. As some of you may recall, Princess Diana was killed in a car crash just six days before. Because Princess Diana was still a young woman of 35 when she died, her death was a huge shock. Simone de Beauvoir compared the shock of losing her mother to that of hearing the noisy engine of the airplane in which one is flying suddenly go silent.37 The news that Princess Diana—the “people’s Princess” as she was affectionately called—had died, was like that for many. Mother Teresa’s death, on the other hand, caught few by surprise. She was 87 years old, after all, and had not been well for a long time. So it is not surprising that Princess Diana’s death overshadowed that of Mother Teresa’s.

I learned of Mother Teresa’s passing, like most people, from the media. Like millions of other people I watched her funeral, with my husband, on TV. I have always regarded Mother Teresa as my spiritual mother. So her death, needless to say, filled me with a deep sadness. At the same time, though, I was happy for her. She was, finally, with the Saviour—her “spouse”, as she often described him—whom she knew and loved so intimately. She was able to love even the most wretched of human beings because they were, she said, Jesus in his “distressful disguise.” Now, however, she was able to see, and express her love to Jesus, no longer with his identify concealed, but in his new, glorified body. I am sure their meeting was a joyous affair.

 

My “Fifteen Minutes of Fame”

Almost immediately after Mother Teresa died I began getting phone calls from the media for interviews. I had ten interviews in seven days. It seemed like everyone—the Toronto Star, Global News, VR Land news, Global Network, even a Radio station in Vancouver— wanted to speak to me. I am a shy and soft spoken person by nature. Iam not comfortable being in the spotlight. So, as you can imagine, this was somewhat of a stressful week for me. Why, then, did I do it? Why did I not just take my phone off of the hook? Because Romans 13:7, says, “…give honour to whom honour is due” (KJV). And so I wanted to tell as many people as I could of what Mother Teresa had done for me, and to remind them of her message of love.

 

Mother Teresa and Her Detractors

Mother Teresa was not without her critics. The late, atheist Christopher Hitchens, for example, wrote a whole book attacking her, irreverently, called The Missionary Position: Mother Teresa in Theory and Practice. In it he portrays her as a self-righteous hypocrite. In response to Hitchen’s attacks on her, Mother Teresa, echoing Jesus’ cry from the cross, said, “May God forgive him; he doesn’t know what he is doing.”38 The specific criticisms of Mother Teresa by Hitchens and others have been many and varied. It has been claimed, for example, that the medical help given by Mother Teresa and the Sisters was not up to standard, that, as well as helping the “poorest of the poor,” Mother Teresa should have focused more on changing the system that produced so many poor people, and that her attacks on abortion and contraception, far from reducing India’s overpopulation problem, only worsened it. But, in attempting to discredit Mother Teresa, these people, in my opinion, only discredited themselves. For how can one malign the character of someone who spent her whole life loving the unloved and unlovable? As such, I will not attempt to answer any of these specific accusations. My only answer to them is the one given by the blind man, who, after being healed by Jesus, was challenged to defend him against an attack on his character. He replied, ”Whether he is a sinner or not, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see” (John 9:25, NIV). Similarly, to those who try to malign Mother Teresa’s character, I would simply say, “Though Mother Teresa, like the rest of us, was a sinner in need of forgiveness, were it not for the love she showed to me when I was an unloved, unwanted three- year-old girl found wandering on the streets of Calcutta, I would, likely, not be alive today.”But it was not only atheists who were critics of Mother Teresa. Among her detractors were evangelical Christians. Charles Colson, the Christian author and founder of Prison Fellowship, for example,was often criticized—I assume by evangelicals since it was for this audience that his books were, primarily, written—for holding Mother Teresa up in his books as an example of a saint (i.e., someone who exhibits holiness to a very high degree). In his book The Body, he said that he had received so many letters to this effect that he had lost count.39 But Colson was not one to back down from a fight. He had, after all, before his conversion, been known as President Nixon’s “hatchet man.” In reply, he said the following:

“To me this reaction is astounding. How could anyone deny this woman’s faithful witness? Certainly no one who has been in India and seen the incredible impact she had upon millions of Hindus. Because of Mother Teresa, they revere the word Christian…. Who knows how many souls have come into the kingdom through her witness and the worldwide fame she has earned but never sought? And while, to my regret, I haven’t met Mother Teresa, friends of mine who have tell me of her total, single-minded devotion to Jesus as Lord and Savior.”40

 

Meeting at the Cross

Though I, obviously, do not count myself among Mother Teresa’s detractors, as an evangelical Christian I, too, like those who wrote to Colson, am uncomfortable with some of the things that Mother Teresa said and did. For example, when my husband and I visited the Mother House, we observed the Sisters bowing down to, and praying to, a statue of Mary. I understand that, in doing so, the Sisters were merely honouring Mary as the mother of Jesus and not worshipping her as one would God. I also understand that the Sisters were praying, not so much to Mary, but to God through Mary. Mary was the first Christian, the mother of Christ, and an example to all mothers. As such, she should hold a place of honour for all Christians, not just Catholics. Nonetheless, such practices offended my evangelical sensibilities.

As a Roman Catholic, Mother Teresa held many beliefs with which I, as an evangelical, disagree. These include the Assumption, the Immaculate Conception, the perpetual virginity of Mary, and the infallibility of the Pope. I do not wish to minimize such differences. But neither do I wish to focus on them. Why? Because I believe thatwhat binds Mother Teresa and me together is stronger than that which separates us. Charles Colson says that, though many doctrinal differences existed between early Christians, they “were united over one baptismal confession: ‘Jesus is Lord.’”41 Despite our doctrinal differences, Mother Teresa and I have both knelt at the cross with this same confession on our lips. And, as the Christian author David Watson says, “When we come to the cross of Christ, we come not as Protestants or Catholics or anything else; we come as sinners….”42

 

Revering Mother Teresa as a Saint

Like Colson, I revere Mother Teresa as a saint. For no one, I believe, loved Jesus more than she did. She said, “To me, Jesus is my God. Jesus is my spouse. Jesus is all. Jesus is my everything.”43 She was not shy about telling others that it was her goal to love Jesus more than He had ever been loved before.44 And she showed this love for Him by loving society’s outcasts—the pre-born, the poor, the destitute and dying, young girls—in His name. Mother Teresa said, “Because we cannot see Christ, we cannot express our love to him; but our neighbours we can always see, and we can do to them what if we saw him we would like to do to Christ.”45 Her whole life’s work, she said, was based on the teaching of Jesus that, “… whatever you did for one of the least of these … you did for me” (Matthew 25:40, NIV).46 When teaching someone how to follow Christ, she would take his or her hand and, going from one finger to the next, say, “You. Did. It. To. Me.”47 The New Testament scholar Neil R. Lightfoot, speaking of Jesus’ parable of ‘The Sheep and the Goats,’ says, “The really important thing, according to Jesus is how we responded to the needs of our brothers.”48 Mother Teresa got this one “really important thing” right. How many of us can say the same? As a result, when, on the Day of Judgment, we all stand before God to receive His judgment, she will not have to say, “Lord, when did I see you in need and not help you.” For she knew that it was Jesus! She recognized Him, as she said, beneath His “distressing disguise.” And as a result, she spent her whole life loving Him by loving them. It is for this reason that, as well as honoring Mother Teresa as my spiritual mother, I revere her as a saint.

 

Conclusion

Let me close with a prayer that Mother Teresa and the Sisters recited daily:

“Lord, make me a channel of Thy peace, that where there is hatred I may bring love; that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness; that where there is discord, I may bring harmony; that where there is error, I may bring truth; that where there is doubt, I may bring faith; that where there is despair, I may bring hope; that where there are shadows, I may bring light; that where there is sadness, I may bring joy.”49

May this be our prayer as well, as we, like Mother Teresa, strive to follow the example of our Saviour.

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References

 

1. David Van Biema, Mother Teresa: The Life and Works of a Modern Saint (TIME Books: New York, NY, 2010) 40.

2. Ibid, 23.

3. Ibid, 24.

4. Ibid, 24.

5. Ibid, 23-24.

6. Mother Teresa, Where There is Love, There is God (Doubleday: New York, NY, 2010) xiv.

7. “Mother Teresa—Biographical.”

http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/1979/teresa-bio.html. 1979. Web.

8. “Poverty in India.”

http://www.azadindia.org/social-issues/poverty-in-india.html. 2010. Web.

9. Malcolm Muggeridge, Something Beautiful for God—Mother Teresa of Calcutta (William Collins Sons & Co Ltd: London, England, 1971) 98.

10. “Mother Teresa’s ’40-year faith crisis’.”

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/1561247/Mother-Teresas-40-year-faith-crisis.html. 24/08/07. Web.

11. David Van Biema, Mother Teresa: The Life and Works of a Modern Saint (TIME Books: New York, NY, 2010) 92.

12. Malcolm Muggeridge, Something Beautiful for God—Mother Teresa of Calcutta (William Collins Sons & Co Ltd: London, England, 1971) 91.

13. Ibid, 97.

14. Ibid, 114.

15. Ibid, 91.

16. “National Prayer Breakfast Speech Against Abortion—1994.”

http://www.orthodoxytoday.org/articles4/MotherTeresaAbortion.php. 01/22/04. Web.

17. Mother Teresa, Where There is Love, There is God (Doubleday: New York, NY, 2010) 2.

18. Ibid, 3.

19. “Interview with Mother Teresa.” http://servelec.net/mothertheresa.html. 1998. Web.

20. Malcolm Muggeridge, Something Beautiful for God—Mother Teresa of Calcutta (William Collins Sons & Co Ltd: London, England, 1971) 107.

21. Ibid, 53.

22. “The Spirituality of Bl. Mother Teresa of Calcutta—In Her Own Words.”

http://www.acfp2000.com/Saints/Mother_Teresa/Mother_Teresa.html. Web.

23. Mother Teresa, Where There is Love, There is God (Doubleday: New York, NY, 2010) 167.

24. “Case Study: Female Infanticide.”

http://www.gendercide.org/case_infanticide.html. Web.

25. “Where are the Girls? Female Infanticide in India.”

http://www.youthkiawaaz.com/2010/12/female-infanticide-in-india-2/. 23/12/10. Web.

26. “From Poverty to Ph. D.”

http://www.compassion.com/magazine/poverty-in-india.htm. 2014. Web.

27. Ibid.

28. https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/170028-how-can-there-be-too-many-children-that-is-like. (Note: This may be a significantly paraphrased version of what Mother Teresa actually said.)

29. Malcolm Muggeridge, Something Beautiful for God—Mother Teresa of Calcutta (William Collins Sons & Co Ltd: London, England, 1971) 100.

30. Ibid, 29.

31. Ibid, 17-18.

32. Anthony Campolo, Jr. , The Power Delusion (Victor Books, Wheaton, IL, 1989) 11.

33. Kevin Belmonte, William Wilberforce—A Hero for Humanity (Zondervan: Grand Rapids, MI, 2007) 181

34. Anthony Campolo, Jr. , The Power Delusion (Victor Books, Wheaton, IL, 1989) 72-73.

35. “Whatsoever You Do….”

http://www.priestsforlife.org/mother-teresa/breakfast-letter.htm. Web.

36. “Still, Small Voice.”

http://www.catholiceducation.org/articles/catholic_stories/cs0004.html. 1998. Web.

37. Malcolm Muggeridge, Something Beautiful for God—Mother Teresa of Calcutta (William Collins Sons & Co Ltd: London, England, 1971) 13.

38. David Van Biema, Mother Teresa: The Life and Works of a Modern Saint (TIME Books: New York, NY, 2010) 67.

39. Charles Colson with Ellen Santilli Vaughn, The Body—Being Light in Darkness (Word Publishing: Dallas, TX, 1992) 87.

40. Ibid, 87.

41. Ibid, 101.

42. David Watson, I Believe in the Church—The Revolutionary Potential of the Family of God (Hodder and Stoughton: London, England, 1978) 342.

43. Mother Teresa, Where There is Love, There is God (Doubleday: New York, NY, 2010) 31.

44. David Van Biema, Mother Teresa: The Life and Works of a Modern Saint (TIME Books: New York, NY, 2010) 92.

45. Malcolm Muggeridge, Something Beautiful for God—Mother Teresa of Calcutta (William Collins Sons & Co Ltd: London, England, 1971) 113.

46. Ibid, 112.

47. David Van Biema, Mother Teresa: The Life and Works of a Modern Saint (TIME Books: New York, NY, 2010) 48.

48. Neil R. Lightfoot, Lessons from the Parables (Baker Book House: Grand Rapids, MI, 1965) 180.

49. Malcolm Muggeridge, Something Beautiful for God—Mother Teresa of Calcutta (William Collins Sons & Co Ltd: London, England, 1971) 151.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                       SAVED—BY MOTHER TERESA

 

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