Streets of Calcutta to Everyone's Door

The Streets of Calcutta lead to everyone's door, and the very pain, the very ruin of our Calcutta is the heart's witness to the glory that once was. I know you think you should make a trip to Calcutta, but I strongly advise you to save your airfare and spend it on the poor in your own country.

It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those who live right next to us. There are thousands of people dying for a piece of bread. There are thousands more dying for a little bit of love, for a little bit of acknowledgment.

This is one station of the Cross; Jesus present in those who are hungry and falling under the weight of the Cross.

Today, in the world, is an 'open Calvary.' People throughout the world may look different or have different religion, education, or position, but they are all the same. They are people to be loved. They are all hungry for love.

The Worst Disease: The Greatest Scourge

When the Sisters came to Harlem (New York City), they began to visit the old people, the shut-ins who often lived alone. They would do the simple things, clean the rooms, wash the clothes.

Once they came to a door and no one answered. The woman had been dead for five days and no one knew - except for the odor in the hallway. So many are known only by the number on the door.

The worst disease today is not leprosy; it is being unwanted, being left out, being forgotten. The greatest scourge is to forget the next person, to be so suffocated, so to say, with things that we have no time for the lonely Jesus - even a person in our own family who needs us.

Maybe if I had not picked up that one person dying on the street, I would not have picked up the thousands. We must think, Ek, (Bengali for "One") I think Ek, Ek, One, One. That is the way to begin.

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