Take it from Mother Teresa

From James C. Schaap

". . .to the great God, nothing is little. . ."

You know?--I really ought to imprint that line on a t-shirt: "to the great God, nothing is little." It's hers--Mother Teresa's--and it's just plain beautiful, isn't it?

But then maybe I think so just because I'm getting old.

How is it that retired people get such a kick out of gardening? Why, for pity sake, does the appearance of that gorgeous cardinal or her lovely husband just outside our window just light up our day? Last night, my wife and I had a quiet supper together alone for the first time in a week, and it felt something like what I little I know of heaven. What's that about anyway?

The world simply shrinks the older you get. That's what I'm thinking. This isn't scientific, and I haven't spent the last several weeks at the Home grilling residents. I just know what I know--and that is that life's little things mean more somehow when you put on some years. Seriously. You don't stop seeing forests--not at all. You just start seeing trees.

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