Mary Clarke was born into privilege. Her parents, Irish immigrants, had built a
comfortable life in Beverly Hills, and counted movie stars Cary Grant, William
Powell, and Hedy Lamarr as their neighbors.
But Mary was also taught that to whom much is given much is
expected. The Clarke family was
regularly involved in service to the poor, both at home and abroad, and this
formation planted seeds that would bloom in very unexpected ways for their
daughter.
For the first half of her life, Mary was busy raising eight
children. She also suffered through two
divorces. But in 1969, she had a
dream. In it, she was a prisoner at
Calvary, awaiting execution when she was visited by Jesus. He offered to take her place, but she
refused. The dream awakened a religious
calling in her, but at that time there were no religious orders for
middle-aged, twice divorced women. This
of course did not stop her charitable service in southern California, and also
increasingly south of the border.
In the early 1970’s Clarke moved to San Diego so that she
could be closer to the work she’d been introduced to by a priest
friend---delivering donations to inmates at the maximum security prison in
Tijuana named La Mesa. And when her
children were finally self-sufficient, she took the leap of faith, sold her
home and her father’s business that she’d been running, and headed for Tijuana,
Mexico---to La Mesa---to eventually become Mother Antonia.
And as surprising as this calling seemed---a middle-aged,
wealthy white woman from Southern California moving to Tijuana, Mexico to serve
in a prison filled with male gang leaders, drug dealers, rapists and
murderers---equally strange was the fact that Clarke received permission to do
it! She took private vows and moved into
the overcrowded 8,000 inmate prison, and a 10x10 cell, so that she could be
close to her flock. There, she ate the
same food as the prisoners, and even lined up for roll call with them every morning. Within a year she had the official blessing
of both the Bishop of Tijuana and the Bishop of San Diego.
Each day she would meet with the inmates, the guards, and
their families---to pray with them, listen to them, and offer counsel. She joyfully chased down material supplies
the inmates needed, brought in doctors and dentists from California, advocated
for better conditions, and once even negotiated peace during a prison
riot. She hated the crimes, but loved
the criminals. The guards called her the
“prison angel”, and the inmates called her “Mama.” And her ministry grew to the point that in
1997 she received permission from the bishop to found a religious order, the
Eudist Servants of the Eleventh Hour---an order for mature women, ages 46-65, who
had a love for Jesus and the poor, and could be self-supporting.
Mother Antonia never left her home in La Mesa prison, and
died there at 86 years-old, surrounded by her sisters, and the prisoners who
loved her. She was fond of saying,
“Everything you do either adds to the beauty of the world or takes away from
it.” She saw the potential for beauty,
she nurtured beauty, and along the way she became beauty.
Mother Antonia Brenner
is a hero you should know. And I'm Dr. Ross Porter.
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