Elind
Philosopher
I'm curious about opinions on the latest article in Time about Mother Teresa.
http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1655415,00.html
I'm not an expert, nor a fan, nor have I read Hitchens on the Missionary Position, but it struck a very personal chord with me.
I was surprised to read what I thought was eloquent, albeit poetic, prose from her, and the frankness was certainly admirable, if not simply a sign of very human weakness. Not what I would call saintly in my view of the word.
But what really struck me was how exactly her emotional descriptions corresponded with what I had once felt many years ago, although with one or two big differences.
I never had a crush on Jesus, and I never heard voices telling me what to do.
But I did have depression, which she describes to a tee. Substitute Jesus and God, for Meaning of Life and so on, and it's exactly the same thing I once knew.
Our experiences differ however in that she never got rid of her delusions. I realized that better days that I remembered were possible and that they and their stimuli were were the goal to work for. 20 years later those episodes eventually faded.
Mother Teresa instead seems to have coped by justifying her suffering as the will of God, and then continued her task largely on the basis that this was what she HAD to do.
How much more eloquent and admirable all this would have been if her writings had instead told us that what she came to realize was that what she should do is transfer the, inescapably ambiguous by her own words, hots she had for Jesus, to a simple love for her fellow human beings, and given the world its first ever true atheist saint.
http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1655415,00.html
I'm not an expert, nor a fan, nor have I read Hitchens on the Missionary Position, but it struck a very personal chord with me.
I was surprised to read what I thought was eloquent, albeit poetic, prose from her, and the frankness was certainly admirable, if not simply a sign of very human weakness. Not what I would call saintly in my view of the word.
But what really struck me was how exactly her emotional descriptions corresponded with what I had once felt many years ago, although with one or two big differences.
I never had a crush on Jesus, and I never heard voices telling me what to do.
But I did have depression, which she describes to a tee. Substitute Jesus and God, for Meaning of Life and so on, and it's exactly the same thing I once knew.
Our experiences differ however in that she never got rid of her delusions. I realized that better days that I remembered were possible and that they and their stimuli were were the goal to work for. 20 years later those episodes eventually faded.
Mother Teresa instead seems to have coped by justifying her suffering as the will of God, and then continued her task largely on the basis that this was what she HAD to do.
How much more eloquent and admirable all this would have been if her writings had instead told us that what she came to realize was that what she should do is transfer the, inescapably ambiguous by her own words, hots she had for Jesus, to a simple love for her fellow human beings, and given the world its first ever true atheist saint.
