In 1950 Mother Teresa, a tiny little bird who came into the world, and brought into being a new religious order, founded Missionaries of Charity, a religious order dedicated to serving the poor. That little bird has covered the entire world with her love. It will never go out.

I was born in 1939, I became a Jesuit in 1959. I became a priest in 1971 officially, but only understood the priesthood that year. Then I started understanding the word sacrifice — service, dying to oneself and serving the crucified Christ. I listened to the song of love by Mother Teresa.

Over and over I learn that Christ is the high priest, that He is the one who gave up His life to serve those who were the poorest and have the greatest need. He saw four great problems on Earth: hunger, sickness, sin and death. These are the tools of Satan who brought sadness, despair, and hopelessness in the world.

Christ overcame all these negativities by feeding the 5,000, healing the sick wherever He went, forgiving sinners rather than condemning them and overcoming death with everlasting life. As a man Christ knew all our suffering, and, as the Son of God, overcame all of mankind’s wounds, especially those of the poorest of the poor.

In 1971, at the age of 32 I had to make a decision. I realised I had been teaching and preaching in high places about the life and work of Jesus, but it was pure talk, pure hypocrisy. I had given talks and lectures, preaching and doing little works of charity, but I have not left all things behind, giving my life to the poor, to follow the word and will of Jesus.

I saw the poorest of people at Eventide, I visited the most condemned of people at Gun Court and General Penitentiary, I have walked the streets of Trench Town and South Side, I saw naked people and beggars walking on the streets, I have heard politicians swearing at each other. I heard gunshots in the night, and all I did was talk.

I needed to do! Do! Do! Make the Word of God become flesh, like Jesus and Mother Teresa did. I had one life to live, one chance to fulfil Jesus’ call, “Come and follow me! Leave all things behind, give all that you have and follow me, then I will make you a fisher of men.” Would I do it? Can I do it?

I cried, I yelled out to Christ, I had asked Him, why did you make it so difficult? After all these studies, after all these degrees, I must leave all things behind and follow you? After years of agony, I knew I had to try. I had to spend the rest of my life trying. That’s the only way I would be happy.

So here I am now, trying my best to follow Jesus, holding His hands. I will not let go of His hands, He will not let go of my hands. I have committed sins, I have done wrongs but still we continue to be the best of friends.

I am 85 years old, I have no regrets. Amazing! Missionaries of the Poor is now in 14 countries in 45 years. All of our brothers and sisters are trying our best, and God is pleased.

We have six brothers who became deacons on February 1. Pray that they will persevere in serving the poorest of the poor. God bless you.

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