Grab your tissue box, dear friends, because this hauntingly gorgeous new video from Catholic singer-songwriter Danielle Rose will tug, pull, and yank at your heartstrings and then configure them in super-funky ways you didn’t quite know were possible.
So enthralled was I whilst watching this morning that I burned the toast. Twice.
What is worthy of your consideration is the China Little Flower organization, whose care for the abandoned and forsaken children in China is lovingly documented in Danielle’s video. From their website:
“Our Projects include: 1. Hospice care for orphans; 2. Group educational foster care; 3. Special Care for infants; 4. Long-term care for severely disabled children; 5. Special causes Hospice … In our hospice program we provide comfort, love, and care to orphaned children who are dying.”
Allllllll the tears.
Care for unwanted children through adoption and foster care is very close to my heart, and I hope to post more about it in this space soon. Meanwhile, please prayerfully consider supporting the necessary work of China Little Flower as you ponder Blessed Teresa of Calcutta’s beautiful words as sung by Danielle:
“How can you say there are too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers in the garden of God.”
We can make a difference, friends. We truly can.
God bless y’all.
UPDATED to add this behind-the-scenes clip about making the video because so. much. joy. !! Shout out to Spirit Juice Studios for another excellent production!
A funny thing happens when you finally decide to name a particular holy person (<ahem>BlessedTeresaofCalcutta<sniff>) as the patron of an event you’re planning. I don’t remember reading the fine print regarding such an alliance in the Catechism, but apparently, naming aforementioned holy person and using one of her quotes as your conference motto
gives aforementioned holy person license to stalk bless you with her presence. Randomly. And without warning. On the regular. For example:
There I was, mostly minding my own business, feeling particularly discouraged about some pretty serious things, a few of which directly related to the conference, and there, out of the complete blue sky, was a direct message from someone I don’t know particularly well and hadn’t heard from in months. Clicking on the message, I saw this:
“From my friend Steve,” read the DM, “I remembered my [New Year’s] promise to you … to help you become the best version of yourself … I promised to send you art …and this is as good as I can do right now.” Uhhh. Ohhhkay.
I stood there in stunned silence, tears welling up in my eyes. As I gazed upon Mother’s weathered face and into her holy eyes, I whispered, “I see you, Mother Teresa,” and I could almost hear her saying, with a bemused chuckle in her voice, “I see you, too.”
Fast-forward a few days, and my friend (with whom I shared the story of the randomly beautiful Mother Teresa painting in my FB) says, “Have you looked at the parish calendar yet? Tomorrow is September. Just wait until you see!”
I had to laugh. Of COURSE her picture was featured this month. Of COURSE her Feast Day was coming up. If I even knew, at one point, that her Feast Day was in September, I’d completely forgotten amidst the whirling dervish that has been my life as of late. I started joking with my husband that Mother Teresa was like Roz from Monsters, Inc.: “I’m keeping my eye on you.”
And then, as I was looking over my writing schedule, I noticed that I’m hoping to submit something for Dianna about faith-building resources. “Hey,” I thought to myself, “What about that book two different people gave us last year that we haven’t even read yet?” I picked it up and looked at the cover. Sho’ nuff.
And then, I’d promised to bring our neighbors dinner because her father died recently, and they were returning on Monday from his out-of-state memorial services. I’d really been looking forward to hearing Fr. Gaitley speak that evening in the next state, but quickly realized I wouldn’t be able to deliver the meal AND make it on time for the talk with an hour and a half drive to get there. It was then that I suddently remembered the Glory Story about Mother Teresa, who learned the “Gospel on five fingers,” as her mother explained it: “(1) You (2) did (3) it (4) to (5) me.” My stalker happens to be an excellent “brass tacks” kind of catechist. It was, what you parenting types might call, “a teachable moment.”
There you have it – pretty much 7QT about Mother Teresa – a blessed soul who, once invited, loves to show up to the party and hang out with you. All the time. In various and sundry ways. These experiences have honestly made the Communion of Saints come alive for me in a way I’d never experienced (at least on this level) before.
Oh – before you leave, and in honor of Blessed Teresa of Calcutta – I humbly invite you to prayerfully consider donating to help this young man obtain a service dog that will greatly aid in his quality of life. Because, as Mother has shown me over the last two weeks, we really do belong to one another.