{"id":329226,"date":"2017-06-01T01:10:39","date_gmt":"2017-05-31T23:10:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/gospel-living-now-i-send-you\/"},"modified":"2024-05-16T15:07:28","modified_gmt":"2024-05-16T13:07:28","slug":"gospel-living-now-i-send-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/gospel-living-now-i-send-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Gospel living: \u201cNow I send you\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"20170601-01\"Baptism<\/strong> \u201cIt was almost lunchtime when a man knocked on the door of the parish to schedule a baptism. Since he wasn\u2019t a parishioner, I had some questions. His situation was complex: his partner had given birth to his son, but his sister was the one who insisted that the child be baptized. I tried to take down his details quickly and said goodbye. As we were going out, I thought that I had treated him in too hurried a way. Having his address, and without thinking too much, I went to visit him, in an apartment that was very much in disarray. He was surprised and even alarmed: were there problems with the baptism? I reassured him that it was only to check that I had gotten down all the details. He and his partner opened up and invited me to join them for a modest lunch. So I got to know about people who are somewhat excluded, but above all it was a reminder of my only right: to be of service to others.\u201d (K.L. \u2013 Poland<\/a>) Testing ground<\/strong> \u201cI manage a gift shop in a popular part of the city. For me, every person who comes into the store is more than a customer. I consider the relationship important, beyond the fact that I need to make a sale. There are some who come at times to confide their problems. I listen, and if I can, try to tell them mine. My father makes fun of me a bit, saying, \u2018It seems more like a confessional than a shop.\u2019 The fact is, for me work is a testing ground for my being Christian.\u201d (Rachele \u2013 Italy<\/a>) Superintendent<\/strong> \u201cI work as the superintendent for two buildings, where people used to know each other only by their last names. Looking for chances to build relationships, I started telling a couple about life in the parish. The husband, despite not being a churchgoer, appreciated the gesture. I met someone from Thailand who thanked me by giving me chocolates. I then invited everyone to a barbecue: it was a successful evening that we repeated other times as well. Every once in a while I\u2019d offer people returning from work a cup of coffee. These were simple gestures, but little by little some people felt they could confide in me more personal things. Like the tenant who considered prayer a waste of time. When I promised him to pray for him, he answered, \u2018No one has ever spoken to me like this before now. I won\u2019t forget it.\u2019 An Italian couple, who were moving back to their country, before leaving invited all their neighbors to try some Italian specialties.\u201d (Maria Rosa \u2013 Switzerland<\/a>) Garbage<\/strong> \u201cComing out of school, I came across a dog on the sidewalk who was opening and destroying bags of garbage in search of food. I kept walking without thinking much of it, but something inside of me urged me to do something for others. Even though I was embarrassed, I went back and put the bags where they belonged. I had just turned the corner when I saw the garbage truck coming in the distance. I was happy because in our area it sometimes happens that the garbage collectors don\u2019t pick everything up if they find things a mess.\u201d (M. B. \u2013 Argentina<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Word of Life to put in practice this month invites us to continue Jesus\u2019 mission by living for others. Following are some experiences of sharing and openness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"give_campaign_id":0,"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-329226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-non-categorizzato"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/329226","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=329226"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/329226\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=329226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=329226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=329226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}