The Hands of the Mother
For many years now Mother Teresa has been a staple in my prayers and meditation. When I turned ten years, my two year medallion was gold dipped and engraved with the words: “I Thirst.”
From her Memoirs – Come Be My Light where she talks about Thirsting for Jesus as he thirsted from the cross.
That same week I got my first tattoo. Those same words, “I Thirst” translated into Hebrew. And is now on my arm.
This weekend we heard a woman speak at the Dorval Round Up.
And this woman, walked, talked, worked and lived with Mother Teresa. And in the end she was asked to testify for the Beatification of Mother Teresa.
At the end of her share on Saturday night, I stood in line and I grasped her hands and thanked her graciously. We all did.
And tonight it is a Pivotal Moment in my sobriety. After all my prayers, adoration and love Mother came to me, and to us.
We touched the hands of the woman who touched the hands of Mother Teresa.
She has come full circle.
I will never be the same man from here on out.