The Life of Agnes

She began as Agnes, a young girl shaped by her mother’s quiet lessons of love. Years later, the world would know her as Saint Teresa of Calcutta—her life now remembered every September 5 on the International Day of Charity, a reminder that even the smallest act of kindness can change countless lives.

Saint Teresa of Calcutta’s Journey of Love and Charity

Before she was called Mother Teresa, she was Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu—born on August 26, 1910, in Skopje, a small city in what is now North Macedonia. She grew up in a Catholic family where generosity was a way of life. Her mother, Drana, often welcomed the poor into their home. Agnes once recalled her words: “My child, never eat a single mouthful unless you are sharing it with others.” That simple rule of love shaped her forever.

As a teenager, Agnes joined the Sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary in her parish, visiting the sick and helping the poor. By age 12, she already felt a call to serve God as a missionary. At 18, she left home to join the Sisters of Loreto. First, she went to Ireland to learn English. Then she traveled to India, where she taught at St. Mary’s School in Calcutta. Her students loved her, but her heart was drawn to the people outside the classroom walls.

In 1946, during a train ride, she experienced what she later called her “call within a call”: God asking her to serve the poorest of the poor. Two years later, in 1948, she stepped out wearing a simple white sari with a blue border. That sari became her lifelong uniform of love.

In 1950, she founded the Missionaries of Charity, an order dedicated to serving the sick, the dying, and the abandoned. What began with a handful of sisters grew into thousands working in over a hundred countries.

Her work did not go unnoticed. She received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1979, but accepted it “in the name of the poor.” She often said, “Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”

Even as her health declined in the 1980s and 1990s—with heart problems, pneumonia, and broken bones—she never stopped serving. On September 5, 1997, at age 87, she passed away in Calcutta. Nineteen years later, on September 4, 2016, Pope Francis canonized her as Saint Teresa of Calcutta, fixing her feast day on September 5.

The girl named Agnes, who once shared meals with strangers at her family table, had become a mother to the world’s forgotten. That’s why the International Day of Charity, observed every September 5, does more than honor her memory. It calls us to live the truth she carried from childhood to sainthood: charity begins with a single act of love, and grows when we choose to share it.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 • 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆.𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼.𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀

In a world drowning in noise and division, they embraced silence and unity. No fear. No turning back. Just love…

Saints • Darem Placer

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The Mother Who Never Quit

A mother’s patience changed history. Saint Monica endured betrayal, anger, and disappointment—yet never gave up on her husband or her son. Her faith turned a broken family into a story of redemption, remembered every August 27.

The Story of Saint Monica

Picture a family today.
The dad is barely home—quick-tempered, unfaithful, chasing his own pleasures. The son is smart, but wasted on parties, hookups, and his own ego. He thinks he’s above faith, above rules, and too brilliant to listen. The mom? She’s the glue, stuck holding it all together, crying at night, praying for change that never seems to come.

That family sounds modern. But it already happened more than 1,600 years ago.

In 331 AD, in Tagaste, North Africa, there was a woman named Monica. Her marriage was heavy. Her husband, Patricius, was a pagan with a violent temper and wandering eyes. Most wives would have shouted back, or walked away. Monica didn’t. She stayed patient, answered his rage with calm, and lived her faith right in front of him. Over time, her quiet strength broke through his pride. Before he died, Patricius finally turned to Christ.

But her son, Augustine, was an even bigger battle. A brilliant mind wasted on pleasures. He lived with a partner outside of marriage, had a child, and joined a false religion that excused his lifestyle. How did Monica handle him? Not by nagging, not by force—but by refusing to disappear. She followed him across cities, begged priests and bishops to guide him, and cried when words failed. Her love became a shadow he could never outrun.

Years passed. Then the breakthrough came. The same son who once mocked faith, who argued against his mother’s tears, finally surrendered to God. And not just as a believer—he became Saint Augustine, one of the greatest saints and thinkers the Church has ever known.

Saint Monica’s life began as a story of betrayal, anger, and disappointment. But it ended with redemption, not just for her family but for the world. Her story shows that no family is too broken, no heart too far, no story too ruined—if love refuses to quit. Every year on August 27, the Church remembers her faith.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎
𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛.𝚌𝚘𝚖