93 Edward, Sophia, et al,
Well, I don't claim to be a Mother Theresa expert and most likely won't become one in the next year or two... I'm reflecting on her life from the little I know of it, and in a sense, now that she's dead and no longer at work in the world, my projections on her are more meaningful to me than whatever she was (if anyone can ever find that out).
I see, from what I know, a woman who believed deeply enough in something, some sense of purpose, to keep going for fifty years when the "thrill was gone". Right or wrong, that sort of persistence is impressive.
From the little I know, it seems that she deeply believed in the value of suffering; that she must have perceived her True Will, rightly or wrongly, as being in service to suffering; as serving and furthering the Path of Mem. She was a sort of Priestess of suffering. It seems true, from the little I've read, that she was not in love with the poor, but with poverty; not in love with the pain-ridden, but with pain itself. It's an exceedingly old-Aeon perception, and the sort of mindset that caused Crowley to turn perhaps excessively against the symbolism of the Hanged Man card, in reaction. In trying to serve her idea of Christ, she may inadvertently advanced the cause of Kali, native to her chosen ground. (But then, I love Kali too, perhaps more than Christ, so that's no barrier to me...)
But her newly exposed dryness of spirit, which I do not believe to be fabricated, regardless of the spin administered, indicates to me the depth of her commitment to this Word of hers, "suffering". Because she created in herself an abyss of suffering to match the outer suffering of those she (helpfully or not) served. In this she reminds me of Reverend Dimmesdale in "The Scarlet Letter", who does not share in the public shame of his lover Hester, but whose flesh bears in secret the excruciating physical mirror to her outer experience.
Dimmesdale eventually acheived salvation by the public confession of his sin; a peculiarly Christian manner of recompense not shared by other faiths. Did Mother Theresa, despite her recorded requests to the contrary, hope to also attain forgiveness through confession and suffering? I don't know. But the whole story is, I think, still heroic in its scope. Remember that for the ancient Greeks, the word "hero" was not a judgement of moral worth, but a practical description of one who was half man and half god; i.e., who lived and loved and fought on a scale beyond that of ordinary folk. Tragic stories of heroes also often involved their tragic flaw; the personality trait that led both to their rise and to their inevitable fall.
And as to recorded instances of silly or petty statements: undoubtedly. All humans say stupid things from time to time. But in today's era of camera phones and Youtube, our momentary lapses become eternal, and we are left with no one to believe in or look up to. And who benefits from that?