Mother Teresa often described herself as “just a pencil in God’s hand”. Even though she left planet earth in 1997 she somehow still continues to do God’s work fifteen years later.
I find myself drawn to her in countless ways. She is the statue whose candles remain lit nonstop in the back of our church. She lived like a saint and those eyes bore into our conscience as her heart overflowed with love for all of mankind.
Her wisdom is ageless and her prayers are universal. Her boldness even in today’s standards is astounding. Someone who didn’t know anything about her once told me they found it hard to believe all she accomplished by looking at her. I’ll agree her outside appearance was not the norm of a world leader but how she walked the talk captivated the world.
To think that all of this started because one day she decided to put her two hands together to pray; it was a prayer that changed the world.
Some kind of “pencil”. Some kind of “prayer”.
Time and time again I’m deeply moved by this saintly lady called Mother Teresa.
“All of our words will be useless unless they come from the bottom of our hearts. Words which do not spread the light of Christ increase the darkness.”