So this year one of my resolutions is to read one hour a day. I have a long list of books waiting to be read as well as a large pile gifted to me for Christmas. I cannot wait to delve inside their covers and get lost in the novel my brother gave me. But I am especially looking forward to reading some of the non-fiction books given me. There are so many amazing people whose lives have created beautiful, inspiring stories--stories that continue to inspire new stories in new people. Since I am trying to live with a greater global perspective, I want to read stories outside the walls of my familiar territory. I want to learn more about the movers and shakers of world history, not just of American history. I want to learn from those outside of my own religious upbringing. I want to learn from those whose economic and social and ethnic backgrounds differ from my own.
I am beginning with one of my Christmas books from my mother-in-law, Where There is Love, There is God, words and teachings from Mother Teresa, edited by Brian Kolodiejchuk, M.C. Here is a life of a devoted Catholic nun, an Albanian woman who spent most of her life ministering to the poorest of the poor in Calcutta, India. Though I have only read the first chapter, I am already amazed by this woman's love for God, her simplicity, and her love for all people. This woman's close connection to the Source of Love enabled her to see God's imprint on every human being, even the Hindu Indians with whom she lived.
Mother Teresa did not believe that everyone was called to Calcutta as she was, though thousands of Missionaries of Charity, sisters and brothers, were spread around the world at the time of her death, loving the poorest of the poor just as she had. She believe everyone ought to find their own Calcutta.
There was once a man from Holland who came to her and told here that he had a lot of money. She told him that she didn't need his money. He asked if he should sell his big house and his expensive car. She told him, "No. But what I want you to do is to go back and see some of the many lonely people that live in Holland. Then every now and then, I want you to bring a few of them at a time and entertain them. Bring them in that big car of yours and let them enjoy a few hours in your beautiful house. Then your big house will become a center of love--full of light, full of joy, full of life" (Where There is Love, There is God, p.28).
So at the start of this New Year, I am asking myself what does it look like for me, for you, to create "centers of love"? In our own homes? In our own communities? In the larger world?
