Reflection – Sister Maureen
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We find the best way to share our history at Trinity Cafe is through a treasured volunteer’s reflection, one who has been with us from the very start, Sister Maureen.
In 2011, Tampa Bay Times columnist Ernest Hooper, wrote a story about Sister Maureen Dorr – well actually, Michael Bender, a homeless man and one of the regulars at the cafe, spoke so eloquently — and without prompting — that Ernest chose to tell Sister Maureen’s inspiring reflection by blending Bender’s words with her comments.
Sister Maureen Dorr doesn’t just show up at the Trinity Cafe to help serve the homeless a hot lunch, she goes through the line and greets each person with a smile, a hello and a hug.
When I see her go through the line, I feel love. The quality of service she inspires and provides is awesome. The spiritual warmth and rejuvenation she gives is a regular thing. I would go to jail to represent her.
The cafe is like a restaurant. They seat us and serve us.
More than that, volunteers like Sister Maureen talk to us. Sister Maureen never tires of listening to you.
What’s that lady’s name who worked with the poor in India? Mother Teresa? She’s on a similar spiritual plane. She’s a God-gifted person.
“The mission is to listen and hear the cry of the poor,” said Sister Maureen, “Jesus was poor. Jesus was an immigrant. If we proclaim to walk in his footsteps, then here I am, following in his footsteps and following in St. Francis’ footsteps.”
I grew up in a Catholic neighborhood at the south end of Roxbury, Mass. We had Sacred Heart Church and every Thursday and Friday night, the nuns came out and fed us bologna sandwiches and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Then they would read us Scriptures.
So, I relate to Sister Maureen. I call her our Catholic mother. My mom has passed away, so because of her age, I relate to her. She’s my mom.
She has a personal relationship with me. She’s been a marriage counselor for me and my girl, Joyce. She knows I’m 57 and trying to get into either Brewster or Erwin Tech. Even in this economy, I’m trying to keep myself active.
Sister Maureen is always giving us things, amazing things. In the summer, she brings us socks and towels and soap. She even has bras for the ladies.
“It isn’t just one way,” Sister Maureen says. “We feed each other. We nourish one another in the Lord.”
Sister Maureen knows what we’re going through as we struggle to put our lives back together. She sees us for us.
“I see God,” Sister Maureen says. “I get emotional when I think about how downgraded and ignored they are. If we truly believe each one of us is made in God’s image, then each person I look at, rich or poor, I see God.”
A tribute to Sister Maureen TBO.com