Like a ripe grain of wheat

Almost three years after his arrival, medical tests revealed that Elio had a tumour with widespread metastases. Surgery was pointless. A question spontaneously arose within me: why did it happen to him, a person in the fullness of human and spiritual maturity, who could still give a lot to our community, where his wise and calm presence had already helped resolve a difficult situation? Mine was a cry of painful, almost of protest. Then, reflecting with some friends, we reviewed several examples in the Bible, from Abraham to Job, without finding immediate answers. Certain events cannot be explained without faith. During those days I happened to read an illuminating text by Saint Leo the Great: “The Church is the Lord’s field that is clothed with an increasingly rich harvest, because the grains that fall one by one are reborn multiplied”. This is what it was! Only from this perspective could I accept the departure to Heaven of a dear friend. He fell like a large, ripe grain of wheat. I had to believe that from this a full and beautiful ear of wheat would be born.

(G. – Belgium)

Little Great Miracles

I was born in Brazil, but later lived for nine years in another Latin American country with sky-high inflation and widespread poverty that fuelled crime. One day, a friend came to me in tears because she had just been robbed of the only salary which would support her family, since her husband was unemployed and they had four children. What could I do? I simply tried to console her, suggesting that she forgive and pray for the thief’s conversion. But she reacted by saying she would never do that. “In that case,” I replied, “I will pray for him.” A few days later, that same friend came back to see me, but this time with a completely different expression and spirit: happily, she told me that the thief must truly have repented because he had left the bag he had stolen in a shop where she was known. And, astonishingly, her salary was still inside, nothing was missing.

(T.G.S.C. – Brazil)

In a Wheelchair

For a long time now, because of my rheumatoid arthritis, I have been living in a wheelchair. Between hospitalizations and operations, I must have spent three years of my life in hospital. Often, due to the excruciating pain, I find myself completely immobile, unable even to comb my hair or hold a glass. I have had to give up many things I cared about. However, I have a cheerful disposition and often respond to my illness with a touch of humour. Gradually, understanding the “wisdom of the cross” has helped me to accept suffering as the most sublime form of love and to offer my small drop especially for the people who suffer most, for the Church, for the unity for which Jesus prayed. Now I no longer ask God “Why?”, but only: “Help me, Lord”. I try not to burden others with my physical problems and I think that I succeed fairly well, so much so that they find me quite joyful. Everything works for the good if we are open to the love of God. In fact, everyone in our family felt they had to take a step forward. Even our children have matured quickly and have become more responsible.

(Branka – Croatia)

compiled by Maria Grazia Berretta

(taken from The Gospel of the Day, Città Nuova, year XII– no. 1 March-April 2026)

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