For the longest time, I had always been awed and inspired by the Missionaries of Charity.
This afternoon, I decided to call their shelter in Tondo to inquire about certain things that I had always wanted to know. A lady answered the phone. I began asking some questions but I couldn't understand her answers. From the way she talked, it seemed to me that she was crying. I noticed too that she had difficulty expressing her words. I asked if she was okay, and even went to the extent of politely asking if she was crying. A long silence ensued. I knew however that the line was still open because I could hear voices in the background.
After a few seconds, a lady with a very gentle voice picked up the phone. She introduced herself as Sister Eufemia. Somewhat alarmed by the incident that preceded my conversation with the good sister, I told her that I had been talking with someone whom I presumed was crying. She then told me that the lady I was talking to earlier was one of the residents there who happened to be very, very sick. No wonder she seemed to be gasping for breath. A guilty feeling suddenly dawned on me that I might have subjected her to some inconvenience or anguish for that matter.
I then asked Sister Eufemia if their place was a home for the aged. She said no, it was not. She explained that it is a home for the desolate and dying patients. They accept only patients who are very poor and with terminal cases. They take care of these sick people.
I am very familiar with the Missionaries of Charity, having read a lot of books about its founder, Mother Teresa who has truly inspired me in so many ways, especially as far as dealing with the poor and the sick is concerned. I am very much acquainted with all the hardships and trials she had to go through before the Church authorities including the Pope, finally allowed her to set up the organization. And true to Mother Teresa's teachings, and following the norm for which the organization was established, I am happy that our local sisters are carrying on their mission to help the desolate.
Sister Eufemia invited me to come over and visit the patients. She said financial help is not necessary, although it would be very much appreciated. But what is more important is to be able to bring a smile to the faces of the dying. I couldn't help but agree with her.
Just like their counterparts all over the world, their shelter in Tondo is poor. They lack the much need funds to care for the sick. But despite the obstacles, they go about doing their duties following the example set by Mother Teresa. After all that is their mission.
I asked Sister Eufemia what would happen should a need arise to bring any of the patients to the hospital and they don't have the funds to spare. Her reply was simple, yet brought tears to my eyes. I was speechless for a while. She said we leave it to Divine Providence. God will provide.
Spoken like a true Missionary of Charity.
I know I just have to visit them one of these days and try to bring some warmth to the sick people there. I know God has a purpose why the telephone conversation took place this afternoon. Everything happens for a reason. I know once again, HE is guiding me in the right direction just like what HE did in the case of the retired priests last Christmas. This will be possible for HE will find a way.
HE always does.
