“When a poor person dies of hunger, it has not happened because God did not take care of him or her. It has happened because neither you nor I wanted to give that person what he or she needed.” ~Mother Teresa
The simplest thing would be to take Mother Teresa’s words at face value. That she was speaking of food – meat, vegetables and fruit.
I believe she was speaking of justice. Not of giving people charity, which offers people what we want them to have and what we think they need, in a sense our leftovers; but to give everyone a place at the table. An opportunity to feed themselves. Continue reading →
I hadn’t been to this particular city for quite some time and was a bit apprehensive. I was in New York City to accept the WhyHunger2012 Harry Chapin Self-Reliance award on behalf of my organization. As I prepared to disembark from the airtrain connecting JFK to my link to the subway, I made a request of my mother, who resides on another plane of our existence. Continue reading →
The online version of Webster says dignity is “The state or quality of being worthy of honor or respect.”
I’ve been toying with the idea of whether I wanted – nay, had the courage – to write about my mother’s journey to the future. I like to think of it in this manner, because we don’t know what happens after we pass from here or what it will look like. Most of us, or at least I do, believe I will see my mom again, as well as her partners in crime. Indeed, I sometimes feel her presence even though I can’t see her. I also believe in angels and spirit guides and that there are levels to our journeying. Continue reading →
Earlier this week I was thinking of the adage “give til it hurts”. I am generous with time, talent, and money and rarely give it a thought of how much I give. I try to live by the words “there is always enough to share, no matter how little you have”. Remember Mark 12:44?
As it turns out, this was a week for several people I know who were considering helping other people. One blogger wrote of passing a woman on the street, pushing a cart with a “spare change” cup at the front. She had passed the woman and then went to catch up to offer her money, which the woman refused. To the writer, she had thought she was sharing what she had even though she has minimal herself. Continue reading →