|Our Group of Sisters and Friends|
A favorite sign, very simple:
"I'm with her."
I came back to the Mount from the march feeling thankful for all of the people who have drawn empowerment out of me: sisters, professors, teachers, family, co-workers, and friends. They have encouraged me to take my place and use my voice by pointing out my gifts, encouraging me to use them, and suggesting new books to read, ideas to think about and experiences to try.
Back in September, as Mother Theresa was being canonized, one of the sisters gave me a list of her quotes. One in particular stuck with me:
“God has identified...with the hungry, the sick, the naked, the homeless; hunger not only for bread, but for love, for care, to be somebody to someone; nakedness, not for clothing only, but nakedness of that compassion that very few people give to the unknown; homelessness, not only just for a shelter made from stone but for that homelessness that comes from having no one to call your own.”
The refugees, the children at the Art House and the sisters here at the Mount have embraced me and called me their own this year. Having these people claim me and accept me has encouraged me to use my voice. I’ve learned that my service these past few months has only been in part about clothing, feeding and teaching. I’ve learned that service is calling every person my own, and embracing the responsibilities of that, whether it is patience and presence with the refugee or the child or marching for their voices to be heard. It has become about listening to and making space for the people whose voices have been silenced both in my own heart and in the world. It has become about listening to my own voice and remembering that it too has a space to be heard. The more I entrust to other people and make room in my heart for them, the stronger our voices become together.