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Mother Teresa's magic

Mother Teresa's magic

I witnessed Mother Teresa's many moods, her gritty mysticism and, as she is declared a saint Sunday, a kind of "magic" which continues.

One hot summer day in 1993, when I went to Calcutta, India, to work with Mother Teresa and her sisters, the Missionaries of Charity, she approached me, weeping. One of her nuns who was hit by a train was in a nearby hospital, still suffering. When I offered to travel with her to visit and pray, her heavy mood instantly turned to hope and she manifested a slight smile.

Another time after trekking through humid Calcutta, I stopped by her convent and encountered her outside. She looked up at my sweating, bald head, glaring in the...