Find Your Own Calcutta

This summer I had the intense desire to serve and felt the urgency for people to be loved. I traveled to Ohio to do a Summer of Service with Christ in the City and was brought into a new place of Christ’s Heart. I witnessed how His Heart desires to descend to the depths and abide with the suffering. As Fr. Michael Gately expressed, “God’s mercy is like water, it always flows to the lowest place.” Christ has descended to the depths, and we are called to follow Him there. We enter with Him into the poverty of humanity, the agony of loneliness, and the pain of our separation from God. When I encountered the poor, I saw this pain. But also, I saw myself in them. I saw my own poverty before God and my own desperate need to be loved and delighted in. 

Being deeply moved by encountering the poor on this mission trip, I wanted to move to Colorado and do a year of service. Yet, that was not what I was called to do. The realization came: there are people to love right here in Dallas; I don’t need to travel far to find people that need to be loved. As St. Mother Teresa stated clearly, “Love begins at home.” Further, she also urged us to: “Find your own Calcutta. Find the sick, the suffering and the lonely right there where you are.” Ultimately, I was filled with peace and excitement with the decision to stay in Dallas and join the mission already taking place here with Project Finding Calcutta.

Project Finding Calcutta (PFC) follows the mission laid out by Mother Teresa, the mission to bring the love of Christ into the poverty of the world. This poverty takes on many forms, including loneliness. As Mother Teresa stated: “We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.” Essentially, we all are poor before God, and we all desire to be loved in our poverty. To be encountered in our poverty we must be present to it.

In practical terms, homeless ministry with PFC is walking the streets, giving out food and water to the homeless, and striking up a conversation with them. These are simple actions that run deep. By speaking with them and simply being humans together in a good conversation, they are once again treated as someone worth talking to. In one conversation, they are brought back to being treated as they should and seen as they should be seen- as an Image of God. Thus, the mission isn’t just to give things to the poor as if it’s a check list to breeze through. Instead, it is the mindset of abiding with the people where they are and loving them right there. It isn’t to fix them or their problems. They aren’t a problem. They are a beloved child of God, and God delights in them right now and as they are. We are called to become the incarnate reality of God loving them. Pope Francis articulated this mindset very clearly when he said:

“An invitation to work for “the culture of encounter”, in a simple way, “as Jesus did”: not just seeing, but looking; not just hearing, but listening; not just passing people by, but stopping with them; not just saying “what a shame, poor people!”, but allowing yourself to be moved with compassion; “and then to draw near, to touch and to say: ‘Do not weep’ and to give at least a drop of life’” (For a culture of encounter, 2016)

Accordingly, the focus of PFC is to cherish the people on the street and recognize their dignity – the dignity that is often forgotten and discarded.

Poverty is often caused by fractures in relationships, such as separation and rejection from friends and family, which causes them to have no one to turn to in times of hardship. They are in poverty of relationship. One specific example of how loss of relationship contributed to poverty is a sweet man in his 70’s that I spoke with. He grew up with a very good life and successful career. Yet, when his parents died, the pain was so great that he turned to alcohol and became so addicted that it ruined his life. The loss of his parents was so intense of a pain that alcohol became his one companion. In talking with him, sharing stories, laughing, and crying together, his face began to light up once more. For a little bit of time, he was no longer alone. For a few minutes, there was someone who cared about how he was doing. That is the mission of PFC.

Our own hearts are softened and made human again by these encounters. It’s not just for their sake that we walk the streets, it’s also for our good. Being moved with compassion is something that allows our hearts to breathe again, and it gives the proper weight to the experience of the poor. Pope Francis spoke about how encounter changes our hearts, saying:

“This discourse also reaches out to the people of today, who are far too “accustomed to a culture of indifference” and who therefore need to “work and ask for the grace to build a culture of encounter, of this fruitful encounter, this encounter that returns to each person their dignity as children of God, the dignity of living”. (2016)

Thus, encounter de-calcifies our heart. It makes us soft and no longer indifferent and numb to suffering.

Homeless ministry involves the challenge of awkwardness in approaching people and starting conversations. On a more serious note, it also has the challenges of witnessing drug and alcohol addictions, traumatic life history, severe mental illness, and diseases. Because of these intense conditions of street ministry, we must come vigilant for strange encounters. We aren’t well received every time, but it’s worth us taking on the risk of being awkward, mocked, and rejected, just so that they might be loved. And if we are mocked, we must take it as penance for the times we have mocked God by our own sin and remember that He has taken the step to love us anyways.

To my surprise, the people I have encountered are often some of the most receptive and genuinely kind people I have met. They have been humbled, and so what you see isn’t a painted grin or false joy. The suffering is raw, and the faith in God is also sincere. I have seen some of the deepest faith on the streets. They have so much stripped away that when they cling to God, it is a true outcry of the soul to be loved and provided for. In their suffering, they did not turn bitter against God, but instead dug deeper in their reverence and loyalty to Him. It is truly beautiful to see. Essentially, because Christ has already entered into the depths, we will always find His face there. 

One encounter in particular affected me deeply. A man in his early 30’s was sitting on the curb. I offered him water and asked how his day was going. He was very kind, gentle, and heavy hearted. Soon he was telling me how his mom died only a month ago, and how he loved and missed her. I asked what he loved about her, and he told me how she handed him his Catholic faith. He said, “I have nothing, and so everything I receive is God providing for me and loving me. Right now, you talking with me is God loving me. You are the Face of God to me.” Tearing up, I was deeply moved. Further, I felt so unworthy to be called the Face of God to him. Yet, he was doing the mission of Project Finding Calcutta. Although he was the homeless one and I was the “missionary”, he was the one affirming my dignity and loving me as I am. He could see our common poverty before God, and our common need to be loved.             Therefore, homeless ministry is a relational ministry. It is the mutual delight in the Face of God, and the mutual affirming of dignity. This grand mission is accomplished by simple conversations, stories of their lives, and laughter.

Grace
PFC Volunteer
DFW 2024

Tragedy to Hope

The one “priceless” possession that anyone has (whether knowing or unknowing) is their time, and with that said, I want to thank you AND your beautiful family for giving me a significant portion of your time yesterday. My personal story is anything but “boring” with the amount of “amazing” grace and mercy that I’d been extended over the course of my life…but still…your family was very patient to allow me such time with you, as they did!

Like yourself in giving/devoting your life to this ministry, I, myself, was simply “answering” God’s invitation to be there yesterday. In fact, what I didn’t tell you was that right up to the last minute before the time to leave here, I was heavily tempted to NOT make the trip down there. Interesting? While Satan can never know our thoughts, surely he can well perceive “potential” in our actions, and I’m thinking that the future possibilities that were discussed yesterday is why I was severely tempted to be a “no show!”

I am sharing that with you for a reason. I can well imagine that other volunteers must struggle with similar temptations and/or distractions from following through in accomplishing God’s work! The more severe that the temptation is, the greater potential that lies ahead!

I “began” my sharing with you yesterday by daring to tell you about the sudden passing of my grandson (by suicide) – that happened not even two months ago. While it is true that I am still “reeling” from the freshness of this horrific tragedy, I felt it was important that you and perhaps others know the “usefulness” of our pain and suffering – when we “allow” God to use it. I did not think that you would be able to grasp the depth of my experience, in as much as the vast majority of people (including myself) struggle to even talk about it – and yet you not only grasped the depth of it, you immediately recognized “why” God had sent me.

Oftentimes, the “poorest of the poor” are the volunteers themselves, you said to me. That made perfect sense to me, as one who has been desperate to have some sort of “purpose” to my life. There was a wonderful line in the recent movie “Cabrini” when one of the sisters asked Mother Cabrini (who was very sickly) whether she was afraid of death. She replied “yes, at times…which is when I get back to work immediately…because there isn’t any time to waste!”

What better way to actively “grieve” the loss of my grandson (or any loss for that matter) than to serve God in the poor? It was no accident that I came across the DVD (documentary) of Mother Theresa’s life just a few weeks after burying my grandson – and in the throws of tremendous sorrow. Watching that movie motivated me to search the internet for a local Missionaries of Charity because I wanted to “get busy” doing her kind of work. I needed something to help me get through the greatest struggle that I’d ever known. Living “alone” as I do was certainly making matters worse for me!

In my internet search, I came across “Project Finding Calcutta” which described itself as a lay ministry serving the poor. I immediately signed up for the next Saturday available, which took place from the Mater Dei Catholic Parish, in Irving…

While I felt a bit lost at first arrival that day, I eventually found my way to the back parking lot where it appeared that people were assembling. After standing there for a few minutes, a young man came over and greeted me, asking if I’d checked in yet, which made me feel welcomed. I must have had that “new person” look as a young lady named Dorothy came along and asked me if it was my first time. When I said yes, she replied that it was hers too. With that intro, I began to feel less strange. At least there was one other person who was completely new at this!

At that point, we decided to join the same group together. It was the group that would go visit a nursing home.

After a WONDERFUL prayer together, we all dispersed to our assigned addresses. The prayer was “significant” for me because I have not been able to pray much at all these past weeks. In fact, I’d been asking for “intercessory” prayer and a number of friends have been doing that for me. I’d been told that my inability to pray is not unusual at all. I’d been trying to be “patient” with it!

Dorothy and I rode together to the nursing home, which gave me a chance to recognize her “gifts” so to speak. One of my gifts is the gift of discernment. This gift allows me to recognize such things…I think. Anyway, Dorothy had brought with her some (blessed) Miraculous Medals to give out if that were allowed. I wasn’t sure if it was or not but I assured her that we would soon find out…

Just before we went into the nursing home, a young girl (I think her name was Lilly) assigned groups within our group and gave each of us a specific hallway to focus on. Then, before we were dispersed, she led us in a WONDERFUL prayer once again. That prayer was essential, especially for me, who’d been struggling to pray as I shared above…

As we entered the nursing home, we were invited to take a pic of the floor format and on it was a list of specific names that we were to visit. It apparently had been prearranged. That was great because it took the guess work out completely. We knew exactly where to go and we also knew the the names of the patients as well…

For the sake of privacy, I will not mention any names, nor what hallway we were assigned, in so far as our specific visits with patients…

The first woman was a little apprehensive but nevertheless welcomed us, but then she got a phone call from her son and asked that she be able to take her call. We moved on to the next patient…

The next patient seemed a bit “startled” by our entry at first. She pulled the sheet over her head. She seemed frustrated and afraid. She tried to communicate to us in nonverbal ways but was unable to express herself in words. One of our “trio” (Jamie) went right over to her and sat down on her bed right next to her. She hugged her and held her as best she could, even though the patient was very antsy. Her hair was pretty messy and over her eyes. Even though she could not talk, Jamie talked to her about the program on her TV, and then shared a personal story that the patient seemed to like. The only way she could communicate was either with grunts and other sounds or by extending her closed hands. I noticed a hairbrush on her burrow along with a scrunchie and called attention to one of the other team members who asked the patient if she wanted her hair combed. She seemed eager to have that done and so her hair combed and out of her face.

Dorothy, whose main gift is spontaneous prayer, then knelt and led us all in prayer. We sang the song that suggested and this patient was becoming more and more peaceful. Dorothy took one of her Miraculous Medals out and asked if she would like one. There was not much of a response. At that moment, I gazed around the room and noticed a crucifix on her wall. Not a cross, but a crucifix! It was then decided that we would hang the Miraculous Medal on her wall near her crucifix. We had spent a great deal of time with this one patient, but when we finally took our leave, she seemed a lot more serene than when we arrived!

The next patient seemed a bit comatose, at least to me. The three of us greeted her in varied ways but initially there was no response. We were not sure if we had the right patient. Then she finally confirmed her name to us. The first thing she said was that her stomach hurt. I asked her if I could pray over her stomach and she quickly agreed. I placed my hands on her abdomen area and began to beseech the name of Jesus for healing. I felt a significant “pull” within that area almost immediately. It seemed (to me) that she then became much more talkative. She began to share with us about her distress with the dialysis treatments. She shared about her loneliness and wanting to be closer to her family. She seemed to shed some tears in sharing her pain with us. While Jamie was holding her hand the whole time, I was holding her other hand. Dorothy pulled out a Miraculous Medal ad began to ask if she would want one. She seemed confused. I then asked if she knew “Mary”…at which point her face lit up. I asked if she would like a medal of Mary on her neck and she said yes. As soon as I placed it on her neck, she made the sign of the cross! We had no idea that she was Catholic!

The next patient was coughing a great deal when we arrived. He apologized for coughing. We assured him that it was not a problem. At first he was not very animated but as we visited and talked with him for a while, he seemed to become more and more present. I asked him if we could pray over him for his cough and he quickly agreed. Dorothy then led a wonderful spontaneous prayer while Jamie and I extended out hands over him. Dorothy pulled out a Miraculous Medal and then I asked him if he knew Mary. He said you mean the mother of Jesus? – to which we said yes. He said that he knew about her. I then asked if he would like us to place a medal on his neck and with no hesitation he said yes. We are not sure what religious persuasion this man might have had but he was amazingly open to the love, prayers, AND the Miraculous Medal! At that point, he noticed my haircut (flattop) and liked it. I sensed that he might be a veteran, as it is typical for veterans to notice the flattop. Then he SAW my beard and said that he really liked my beard. He had a beard too…and it seemed to be a source of bonding for us! We left this man a “different” person than we had found him. God did something significant in this visit too!

The last patient that we met was deeply asleep, and on a ventilator. Dorothy noticed there were balloons, cards, and pics from what appeared to be a recent birthday. Although he was asleep, we talked to him for a bit, and prayed over him. He may or may not have heard anything that was said but that’s OK…God did!

So that is the summary of our visit to the nursing home, as I remember it. It has been said that God’s generosity cannot be outdone. His rewards are many times the amount of what we give. That is what this Saturday felt like to me. My “reward” was NOT spending another Saturday alone, with only my thoughts. My reward was that the pain and suffering of my recent loss was turned into “relief” NOT just for me but for a number of people, including those that were members of my team…

I did not do this for what I could get out of it…and yet…I feel like the winner. That is how God is. In “answering” the call to make that internet search, finding this ministry, and “blindly” driving over an hour each way not knowing what I was doing…God ministered to a kind of pain and suffering that I thought was “impossible” to deal with. Again…that is how God IS!!!

John
PFC Volunteer
2024 DFW

I was Nervous

I was nervous to go to Calcutta. I didn’t know what to expect of the city, of the country or of the people we would be serving. On our first day of serving we encountered many people, in many different conditions. I was a bit nervous to go up to the women we were serving and talk to them, I didn’t know their language or what they were used to. To be honest I felt quite awkward. Then, I just went for it and began trying to communicate with the women. I was struck by their smiles and immediately put at ease. Two ladies and particular would laugh with me when they would say something to me and I would gesture that I couldn’t understand. They would try to speak to me again and we would laugh again. On that day I realized that despite language barriers and different cultural norms, a smile is universal.

Halah
Calcutta Mission Trip
2024 Spring Break

I Expected Poverty

I expected poverty. In fact, I had heard all about it. What I did not expect was the rich and lively spirits of those I encountered. Throughout the first day or so working there, I sometimes felt lost, as if I did not really have much help to offer. I asked God to use me as His instrument and for the ability to see Him in each I came into contact with. On my second day working in Shanti Daan I wandered into the physical therapy room for young girls with severe physical disabilities. I already began to feel productive by helping the girls walk around and stretch in different ways in the bright atmosphere. Within the last five minutes of being there one of the residents wandered into the room and was chatting, as much as she could, with the other girls there. She climbed up on one of the blocks sitting on the ground and started calling out “Auntie! Auntie!”, which is what the residents call those helping. With her arms outstretched she jumped into my arms, kissed me on the cheek, and she gave me the most authentic smile I have received. I did not realize until later, but this was God showing that this trip was not solely about me helping other people and bringing His light to them. Rather, the girl I should have been serving was purely a vessel of God’s love to me.

Mary
Calcutta Mission Trip
2024 Spring Break

God’s Personal Love

Serving the poorest of the poor in Calcutta allowed me to experience God’s personal love for me in a profound way. It’s easy for us to define and seek to prove ourselves by all of our achievements, relationships, and good deeds. In the heat and humidity of Calcutta, serving the residents of Kalighat, the house for the dying and the destitute, and Shanti Dan, the house for mentally and physically disabled women, God broke down the illusion that I must prove myself to him. Most of the residents we served in Calcutta were in a position of total humility and surrender. Almost all of them needed aid from the sisters or other volunteers to do basic activities like walking, dressing themselves, feeding themselves, etc. Some residents that we encountered were not cognitively aware at all. Yet, as I was holding the hand of a resident who was in a wheelchair and not cognitively aware, it struck me: God loves her just as much as he loves Mother Teresa. For Him, there are no actions we can do to earn His love, faithfulness, and tenderness. His love is a free and tender gift that has no limits and asks for nothing in return. I realized at that moment that I do not need to earn God’s love, but rather to rest in it, delight in it, and let it be the life source from which all of my thoughts, words, and actions flow.

Olivia
India Mission Trip
2024 Spring Break

Vulnerability in a Smile

One afternoon of service, after finishing our typical responsibilities, I encountered one woman sitting on her bed looking out at the room. I went up to her and held her hand. I began to speak to her in English and she understood. I pointed out her delicately painted fingernails. With a big smile and nod said, “It looks so pretty!” She smiled and replied in Bengali. I retained my smile, however I had no idea what she said. I didn’t know how to respond, the language barrier was nearly impossible to ignore. I tried once more to preserve our “conversation” by pointing out the bangles on her wrist. I asked her how to say jewelry and she taught me. I was glad that our conversation was pushing forward, until she began to speak to me again and this time I just smiled and laughed while saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know.” She began to laugh as well. So there we were, both sharing a laugh about how we couldn’t communicate with our words. After our laughter died down, I remained looking into her eyes and rubbing her hand with a smile. She didn’t look away, I soon sensed a startling feeling of the discomfort of silence. I felt vulnerable, as if she could see into my heart. There is a deep vulnerability in a genuine smile. One of the most simple yet fundamental ways of sharing ourselves with others is through a smile. 

While passing someone on the street it’s not uncommon to make eye contact and smile, but people often look away quickly. There is a certain feeling of discomfort as if you are sharing too much with this stranger. 

I began to feel this discomfort, but did not look away. I realized that this is what it often means to love another person. Sharing yourself with someone without words. To allow someone to see the genuine joy you have as you look at them and try to see them as Christ does. To see the beauty of the other’s heart and simply be with them. I had nothing to gain from her, no interesting life story or words of wisdom, no funny jokes to exchange. In our inability to have a “real conversation” I was able to learn more about authentic love than any amount of words or ideas could teach me. Any sense of utility goes away when you don’t speak the same language. She then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek in overwhelming gratitude. Although she did not say the words, “thank you” I know in that small moment she could feel that I loved her. It was an opportunity that I will never forget, to even in a simple act of love, to radiate the love of Christ that she is worth being seen and received with joy. I will never again underestimate the power of a genuine smile and a shared gaze.

Violeta
Calcutta Mission Trip
2024 Spring Break

They Needed Love

The people we were serving had lived the most miserable lives you could imagine, throughout which they had been abandoned, neglected, and mistreated. They had every right to be hardened by resent, unforgiving, and hostile towards others. Yet, everyone (at least insofar as they could express it) seemed happy and grateful. Those who could help out with the various chores did help, nearly everyone responded to our care with docility and humility, and so many wanted merely to kiss our hands, look into our eyes, and smile at us with love and gratitude. It took me a while to figure out how this could be, how these women could be so happy. Then it occurred to me: they are currently receiving the most love and care that perhaps they have ever known. All we were to them were complete strangers, and all we were doing was giving them a bowl of food, or a cup of water, holding their hands and speaking to them in a language they couldn’t understand. Yet, even in these simple actions we were able to love and care for them in a way that they hadn’t been loved or cared for perhaps ever in their life. I’ve been able to love and care for people before, but I don’t think that I’ve ever held in my hands the ability to give people what may very well be more love than they’ve ever received. That’s why they were so happy and grateful. After all, all they really needed, but what they had been deprived of for so long, was love. By loving them, I knew I was loving Christ through them, and my only hope is that they were able to experience the love of Christ through me.

Clare S
Calcutta Mission Trip
2024 Spring Break

Not According to the Plan

Your life might not be going according to plan, but that might be a good thing!

I have always had a job since graduating college 20 years ago. However, that changed when I took an opportunity in a different industry and was laid off a year later despite working as hard as ever and putting in long work hours.

I applied to many positions right after losing my job, landed interviews, and even made it to the final round multiple times. I thought this was going to last, at most, a couple of months. However, I did not get the job as quickly as expected. There are times when I am down, especially after not getting an offer following multiple interviews. As a man, I grew up learning the importance of hard work, of being my family’s provider, and of offering my work to God. I want to provide my family with a comfortable life. It pains me not to be able to do that.

However, most of the time I see blessings I would not have had if my path had continued the way I wanted. For example, I am attending mass at least once during the week, visiting the Most Blessed Sacrament, and going to confession more often. I cannot use the old “I don’t have time” excuse anymore. My final goal is getting to heaven, and I am confident I have a better chance of achieving it through this experience. I plan to continue these habits after getting a new job as best as I can.

I learned not to take anything for granted and to adjust. I am aware many are undergoing more complicated situations. I am grateful to have my house, car, and food. I have the support and understanding of my family. However, being out of work required me to change my perspective. When I do the groceries I now price check and think about my purchases. In the past, I only did that for big-ticket items. I had to cancel a furniture delivery we had expected for months and were due a couple of weeks following the layoff. I wanted to go travel with my family, which we had to postpone. This humbling experience reminds me that Jesus was not wealthy in the worldly sense of the word. Wealth can be good, but it won’t help me get to Heaven unless I am generous and know it is not the ultimate goal.

Although sometimes I don’t see it or dismiss it, I know deep down that God is helping my family go through this. I am learning the meaning of trust and faith, opening my eyes to how God has helped us in many ways.

  • My wife was able to find a job quickly after many years out of the workforce
  • We unexpectedly received a check from a hospital that had miscalculated the insurance 8 years ago
  • I experienced and felt the warmth of my friends and family’s kindness and generosity; they have spent time looking for opportunities and contacts at their places of work or have even offered financial help.
  • I now see an opportunity to start my own business; a family member offered me to partner with him. I always wanted independence, but I never had the courage to leave the stability of my corporate paycheck. Now I don’t have to overcome that step. 

How God is providing for me through others and in different ways reminds me of Matthew 6:26-34: “Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span? Why are you anxious about clothes? Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith? So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or ‘What are we to drink?’ or ‘What are we to wear?’ All these things the pagans seek. Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom [of God] and his righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides. Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil.”

God does not give us challenges we cannot overcome. I am weak and can see Him carrying me. I encourage looking at your life’s trajectory from a supernatural point of view, making the decision to trust God and to stay positive. It might not be the path we originally planned, but have faith that it is ultimately better.

Joseph A
PFC Volunteer