A Personal Epiphany: Missionaries of Charity Sisters
by Tom Dempsey
The first time I entered the Mission of Charities home for women who are neurologically impaired in 2015, my only thought was, “I have entered into hell.” The smell, the screaming and the surroundings gave me a feeling of dread. Once inside the room, seeing the contorted bodies and misshapen heads, the erratic movements and the random utterances rather than speech only intensified my emotion. Despite this initial response I forced myself to participate in feeding, touching, praying with and singing to these “unfortunate souls.”
The first time I entered the Mission of Charities home for women who are neurologically impaired in 2015, my only thought was, “I have entered into hell.” The smell, the screaming and the surroundings gave me a feeling of dread. Once inside the room, seeing the contorted bodies and misshapen heads, the erratic movements and the random utterances rather than speech only intensified my emotion. Despite this initial response I forced myself to participate in feeding, touching, praying with and singing to these “unfortunate souls.”
That night, I made a sarcastic yet heartfelt question, “what
kind of God would allow this fate for these women?” The immediate response from
Fr. David Guffey was, “the same God who inspires the Missionaries of Charity
sisters to care for these women on a daily basis.” That was my personal
epiphany. That experience which tested my faith and somehow allowed it to go to
a place it had never really been.
My visit to the home in 2017 has been such a different
experience. I had been haunted for two years thinking about these women, and
yet I was irresistibly drawn to return and be with them again. I was able to
look past the disabilities of mind and body of these poor souls. Yes—souls.
These women are all God’s special creatures and it was my job to attempt to
reach their souls. With the approach, they are all beautiful, lovable and
cherished.
My initial revulsion was gone. I was able to see and feel
responses to my words, touches, smiles. I had spent so much thought of their
external condition, that I failed to see the presence of God in each one of
them—their souls being in God’s image and likeness. I had failed to see the
opportunity I had been given to do something for God’s creatures. In essence,
to be doing it for God.
I was given a second chance by this trip and I hope I was
successful in some way. I know that these women will have a special place in
heaven and maybe one or more of them will remember to pray for a sinner who was
once blind, but who through the grace of God can see.
Thanks for sharing your experience with us, Tom. It's quite a moving experience on every level. Feeding those who can not eat on their own is a very intimate human experience, one to treasure. Fr David's response works for me.
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