Mother would probably have recoiled at the extravagance. A state funeral televised around the world. A military guard bearing her coffin to a ceremony attended by the powerful and the famous. Billboards proclaiming her apotheosis. Mourning in a land of a multiplicity of idols for a woman who believed singularly in Jesus. "Mother Teresa, you're immortal!" came the cries as the citizens of Calcutta, the city she served for a half-century, broke through police barricades to run beside the carriage that bore her to her funeral. The same carriage bore the body of Mahatma Gandhi after he was assassinated in 1948....
FOR THE POOR, AN IMMORTAL
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