Don’t criticize what you can’t understand. Bob Dylan
The student teacher introduced the guest speaker, Sister Grace to the afternoon nursing class. The sister didn’t wear traditional garb, but black slacks and a faded denim jacket with “guardian angel” stitched on the back. Though an older woman with knobby fingers and calloused hands, her way of dress, pink cheeks, and shoulder length blonde hair made her seem younger. She spoke candidly about her years of working with the destitute; those who lived among us in cardboard shelters and ate from dumpster pantries. Her presentation jarred some students, the plight of the homeless and her details of their situations didn’t go well with the afternoon cups of chai. Whoops. Sister Grace took out her bible and read from Matthew’s gospel:
Truly I say to you, inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these my brothers, you have done it to me…Blessed are the merciful for they shall receive Mercy.
Offensive. Didn’t she realize you don’t just waltz in, pull out your bible and start shoving bible passages at unsuspecting college students? Nervy. A couple of students schooled her on such unacceptable, impertinent behavior before they stormed out.
Oh well, you win some, lose some. After nearly three decades of battling bureaucracy and setbacks, a couple of college students were but a minor nuisance to Sister Grace. Her unconventional ways has earned her a few enemies. I don’t think she cares. Love or hate her overzealous ways, she’s doing what she does with what she has to keep who she can off the streets.