Mother Teresa Followers Carry Out Living Memorial

It was an unsung memorial, delivered in a place and a way that Mother Teresa doubtless would have savored.

A blue and white Ford van, serving as a battered vessel of the famous missionary’s spirit, was crammed full of food and faithful followers as it bobbed to a stop Saturday morning in one of Central Los Angeles’ fouler back alleys.

From a still row of tarp and wood lean-tos emerged a woman, a soiled T-shirt down to her knees. In an instant, served and servers were locked in knowing embraces.

“I’ll say a prayer for Mother,” 42-year-old Debra Williams, a bit groggy, softly consoled her visitors. “I love you guys.”

Since hearing of Mother Teresa’s death, Williams had been thinking of the band of men, women and children who show up like clockwork each week with food, clothing, blankets, friendly chitchat and hugs. “It’s sad,” she said.

But if anything, Brother James Walker, Brother Bob Theis and half a dozen other members and volunteers from Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity seemed almost upbeat.

After celebrating an early morning Mass in their leader’s honor at the order’s Pico-Union house--one of three congregations the Nobel Peace Prize winner established in the Los Angeles area--they headed out with hundreds of sandwiches, gallons of iced tea and boxes of pastries.

“Her spirit is alive in us,” said Brother Bob, as dozens of hungry individuals and families gathered around the first stop, a bench in MacArthur Park.

Brother Bob, who joined Mother Teresa’s order 16 years ago, continued to speak of “Mother” in the present tense as he made his rounds Saturday.

“Mother Teresa’s approach is . . . she sees a need and tries to respond,” he said. “She sees her role as one of personal contact . . . what can I do to relieve the thirst of Christ.”

So it went Saturday, as her followers served up the simplest forms of human compassion as they crisscrossed alleyways and poked their heads into stench-filled abandoned buildings near MacArthur Park.

“Morning!” Brother James called into a darkened and burned-out building, carpeted with a layer of trash.

Soon men and women were gathered at the van’s door--for a bite to eat, a drink, a sack of sandwiches--as the brother and several regular volunteers chatted with them. “They are nice people. They stop and talk with you. They laugh with you. They are great,” said a woman who gave her name as Ice T.

In addition to feeding the homeless, Mother Teresa’s Pico-Union house provides a home for troubled boys and, during the week, a day center for laborers looking for work. Sometimes homeless boys just show up at the front door. Other times they are referred by Catholic charities and churches.

But it is in the alleys, among the most desperate and hopeless, where the legacy of Mother Teresa’s vision of service thrives most.

“I’m an alcoholic. I’ve been living in this alley 10 years,” said Williams, the homeless woman who sought to console Mother Teresa’s troops. She watches her watch each week, waiting for the time the missionary workers usually arrive.

“If it wasn’t for this,” she said, “sometimes I’d be starved.”