She called the world to task for abortion, war, disease, poverty, and death. She proclaimed that it was the Love of God alone that could combat this. Her's was a way of non-violence and in many ways, non-interference. Those that sought Christ, she taught of Christ. Those that did not, but came for soup, medicine, clothing, or comfort in death, got soup, medicine, clothing, and comfort in death. They buried them according to their wishes, and then would stay vigil, asking that God had moved at the person's last moments.
The issue here is, most likely, none of you have met a Missionary of Charity (Mother Teresa's order of impoverished nuns). I have.
She walked into the kitchen with a bucket of plates. The sisters smiled at her as she grimaced in pain. She put the plates in the sink and sat down quietly. Suddenly, she was surrounded by her sisters, a friar, and a man who was seeking his vocation, to see if she was okay. She responded softly as a smile appeared on her face, "If I am to suffer from back pain in order to serve those less fortunate than me, then I count it as a blessing. For Christ carried a cross on a back marked with whips. Mine is but a trifle." The sisters smiled, the friar laughed, and I (the man seeking a vocation) felt as if I was in the presence of wisdom.
That is a Missionary of Charity. They often only have hot water in their orphanages and soup kitchens, but not in their own convents. "Hot water is a luxury that we cannot afford to give ourselves," is what one of the sisters told me.
Their final words to me were these, "May you have left us with more than you came with, and may you come to know Jesus greater than we."
This Order of Sisters worships Christ.