{"id":306502,"date":"2018-09-20T23:10:02","date_gmt":"2018-09-20T21:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/living-the-gospel-humbly-welcome-the-word\/"},"modified":"2024-05-15T20:38:10","modified_gmt":"2024-05-15T18:38:10","slug":"living-the-gospel-humbly-welcome-the-word","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/living-the-gospel-humbly-welcome-the-word\/","title":{"rendered":"Living the Gospel. Humbly welcome the Word."},"content":{"rendered":"

A Hidden Letter<\/strong> The wife of a friend of mine, Sandra, had fallen into such a depression that she didn\u2019t want to talk to anyone. The family was feeling it. I didn\u2019t know how to help her. One morning I asked God to give me an opportunity to do somethin. That afternoon I received a very fancy gift, a ceramic plate with fine chocolates. Thinking that this would be something that Sandra would appreciate, I sent it to her. After a while, Sandra telephone me laughing: \u201cYou send me a recycled present: in the middle of the dish I found a note addressed to you.\u201d I starte to laugh too and the telephone call went on for a long time with hearts open wide. Sandra confided he fear to me and I encouraged her to share it with her family. A few days later my friend said that Sand had begun a new dialogue with the mother and sisters, and something melted away in her. T. M. \u2013 Slovak Republic<\/a> Quality Pots<\/strong> I had come to know of a young married couple, just arrived from Candada. They didn\u2019t have anything to live on and were working for work. On day asked myself what I could give them, which would be useful to them. Opening the kitchen cabinet I saw my favorite pot that cooks so well because of its fine quality. I felt Jesus inviting me to detach myself and, after polishing it, I invited the couple over for supper and gave the pot to them. They were both very happy. A few days later my father dropped by to see me. In the back of his car there was a gift for me. He had no idea what it was, becausse it was from my sister. Opening it, I saw a set of three fine quality pots, and the bigger one was the same exact size as the one I had given away. C. K. \u2013 Australia<\/a> Hope<\/strong> I was a woman of the street. The hardest times to put up with were the holidays. That\u2019s when I felt the most solitude that no one could fill. On day, as I was rushing to thte bus stop, the winow of car went down and a young man asked me if I needed a ride. He assured me that he hadn\u2019t stopped with any alternative motives. That gesture overwhelmed me and I accepted. In the car, I asked him why he had done it and he replied by giving me a small copy of the Gospels. When I got home, I felt urged to read it and, the more I read it, the more I felt a new hop growing in me. Then, I went to ask a priest if I could talk with him. That\u2019s how I began my ascent. N. N. \u2013 Italy<\/a> Rent<\/strong> Not having the money to pay for the rent, my husband and I began to pray with faith. That same night our landlord came looking for the money. It was Thursday. When I asked him to come back on Saturday \u2013 becuase I wasn\u2019t sure we\u2019d get paid that day \u2013 he agreed. We prayed some more, together with our six children. Friday morning, a friend came to visit us, our fellow-countryman. As he said goodbye, he handed us an envelope. It contained four thousand shillings. We were thrilled and overwhelmed: besides the money for the rent, we were also able to buy something to eat. F. P. \u2013 Kenya<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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