Mother Theresa - Servant of the Devil?

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Mother Teresa did more for the sick & poor in ONE DAY than YOU or a population of others including myself, has done in decades!

I've wiped elderly butts, I've truly cared for blind/deaf/mute patients as a volunteer with my mom, who does it for a living. And I can certainly say that tying them to a bed or letting them sit in their own filth on a cot is not compassion in the slightest. Nor are clothes more important than being treated with dignity.
Every day of my life I try to intervene and make peoples' lives better. Just this year I helped my neighbor kick a heroin addiction and now he's doing wonderfully. My best friend from childhood and her husband was on meth and I told her family so she could get help and she's fine now, gettin married and her daughter is doing much better. I help my sister on a daily basis raise her two children, I talk to people on the PTSD forum if they need it, I help my friend whose a single mom all the time, I do good every day one thing at a time. Added up over years, I'm happy with the impact my life has made on this earth. Are you?

So, pick on a better target for your pompous self righteousness rants. Unless you have "proof" in any form of that heresay, its lies!

What are you saying here? I can't understand what you're saying. Is this english?

But, lets be real here for a moment. This isn't about getting facts about anything. This is about defaming Christians, and Catholics in particular.

No one really needs to defame em, they do that job themselves. If you think I'm wrong for simply acknowledging
it, then I'd say you're the one livin in denial for not acknowledging the obvious.
Let's be real here for a second: this isn't about who did what, I don't care if you're christian, muslim, catholic, buddhist, a witch: it's about living life with your eyes wide open--not slitted so you can't see the detail.
Translation: you don't want the truth. That would mean you gotta change your profile picture. Oh
and face mortality without having a mansion at the end of the tunnel or someone to pat you
on the back for a job well done.

Speaking of mortality..

But.... you see (in your mirror), you don't really care about anything more than your own fear and anger about death. That's the real truth.

The real truth, Miss, is that I have been on the brink of death. Many times. I entered that ground as one of gods' best daughters, and I can't tell you how fucking frightening it is, to face what I faced, wondering where my father was and why he wasn't there when I needed him. Out of all the experiences of my life, that was one he should've shown up for. Any question in my mind as to whether he was just choosing not to show himself or whether he was not showing himself because he didn't exist: vanished. I didn't feel him, he wasn't there, and it made me wonder who exactly I'd been praying to for my entire life and I realized then and there that I could very well have been praying to air. Sitting in your own shit and choking on your own vomit, knowing you aren't leaving that room while the four walls around you become the last thing you know you'll see--and that you are living your last minutes: That. That'll make you think twice about where you're going. All those little 'signs' in life show themselves for what they are: just life events. Nothing special. It'll pull you outta that cloud and smack you right down on the earth on your own two feet.
When I was a Christian (which wasn't even a year ago as I did wait years for him to answer my questions),
I feared death greatly. Mostly for others, but for me too. My mom always told me as I got sicker and sicker, that god would hold me in his arms and that it's possible death is just painless and we fear it for no reason. Boy was she wrong. Granted, I didn't die. But I did see my life pretty clearly in those moments, down to the bare bones. All those years, all those prayers. I realized that every single 'answer' I ever got could've just been life, and none of them were even answers at all unless I rationalized them to be. In the end, I was able to look at my whole life and realize that he wasn't carrying me. He wasn't even there the whole time. My entire life was just a bunch of pain and suffering and praying and waiting. It took months to shake the emptiness, years to digest that he wasn't going to answer because he wasn't there. Years to admit that I had hit a dead end and needed to retrace my steps and get rid of all the extra crap I'd encorporated into my existance.
Now I don't fear death, because I know whose gonna be there for it. Me. There's no question in my mind that I need to prepare myself to die alone because that's how we die: alone. I know it's a scary thought for you as is the prospect of no afterlife. I've faced both concepts and now I don't fear for my family when they go out in their car. I don't obsess needlessly over the state of their salvation--or mine. I don't fret over what will happen if the rollercoaster crashes: if it does it does. I'll be happy knowing that every moment I've lived has meant something, to me and those I love. And they'll die eventually too, it's just how things go. I'm not traumatized over it anymore. If there is anything after death I'll be pleasantly surprised. Even if it's hell, because at least I'll get to look him straight in the eye at my judgement with a clear conscious and tell him he's wrong. And I'd be quite right. And don't kid yourself, I don't believe that will ever happen. You know why? Because the god of the bible the god you worship: doesn't exist for the mere fact that we exist, as we do. If you want a breakdown I'll give it, but I'm not going to take up any more of this thread than I am already.