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Title: The greeting was not the one I expected
Author: Fraser Trevor
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Mother Teresa of Calcutta (26.8.1919-5.9.1997); at a pro-life meeting in 1986 in Bonn, Germany (Photo credit: Wikipedia ) The greetin...
Mother Teresa of Calcutta (26.8.1919-5.9.1997)...
Mother Teresa of Calcutta (26.8.1919-5.9.1997); at a pro-life meeting in 1986 in Bonn, Germany (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The greeting was not the one I expected,
Is it all right if I serve you tea,
Yes I said, thats your job
But is it a worthwhile job
Very worthwhile, in that you are doing a necessary job to make sure that the people are welcomed you are the first person that people see.
Being a professional joiner of social groups I had become used to reassuring members as to there worth inside the group. I had become accustomed to the tribal rituals that were used within social groups. My experience spanned over forty years and a certain confidence emulated from me. I recognised old faces some from my days as a student psychologist another tribe I belonged to.The skill of joinery and the ability join had become useful to me in many potentially dangerous situations whilst working in prisons.Here I felt relatively at ease.I moved into the modern hall acknowledging the large cross on the wall.Choosing a chair to left and on the back row I could observe the tribal group which was made up of an assortment of health professionals and patients.I silently said a prayer of anonymity hoping I would not be singled out for today was a class for meditation. I had been having my own personal battle with meditation, when it worked it became satisfying, but something was missing.I struggled to understand that which was missing.lost in my own thoughts and preoccupations. I failed to see the small Indian man who had taken centre stage.
Today to get to know each other we are going to do an icebreaker. The Indian voice broke into my thoughts.We will each say a little and explain why we are here.I resigned myself to the fact that the one thing I didn't want to do was the first thing I would be doing. A ritual I would have to do refusal would have made me join the special and different label that would automatically banish me from joining the group. The small indian man beamed at his audience .
You yes you he pointed at the other side of the room you start. Apprehensively I realised it would take him some time to cover the whole room. The reasons people had arrived here were different but predictable and why was I here. I didn't have an answer, curiosity. I was drawn to this mans eyes they had enormous pupils the face was friendly the eyes all knowing. They were the eyes that had gazed at extreme poverty and shone with love. They sparked with mirth and laughter transcending pain. I caught myself day dreaming of course I knew none of those things I didn't even know his name and yet deep within I recognised him as if he was a member of my family. I must be losing it I thought,
He had started to work the room in a more random manner.His memory appeared to be excellent he had in a very short time covered the whole room. The only person left was me…….
 Let me introduce myself my name is Father Joe.
He had missed me my silent prayer had been answered.I was shocked but he had my attention was it that he had heard my silent prayer or just forgotten. Shorty he led us into our first meditation.Why had he missed me,doubts and questions assailed what should have been a tranquil mind. Perhaps my ego had been dinted,I hadn't come here to be preoccupied. I would ask him at the first break.Thats it I would confront him.The gong sounded to break the first session.
Father Joe started to explain how he had come to the priesthood his crisis of faith and his relationship to Mother Teresa. I listened, I listened as if my very life depended on it. I had been to thousands of meetings, talks, seminars why was this different suddenly even though I had heard the message a thousand times from childhood I was joining wether I liked it or not something deep within me something was changing confirming long forgotten childhood beliefs. Solutions as old as time itself were being presented to me and I was being challenged by proofs I didn't think existed.This man was administering the grace of God. I was shocked all my intellectual arguments my education, my experience were as nothing. I had joined.
I didn't realise this fact at that time and my opportunity had arrived the break had come I made a beeline for him.I would confront him I would tell him who I was, The smile disarmed me.Why did you not introduce me.
I didn't need to you are a messenger from God.....God needs no introduction.
The emotional blow floored my pathetic hurt feelings and I believed. I had finally joined.

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