{"id":402412,"date":"2026-05-13T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-05-13T03:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/?p=402412"},"modified":"2026-05-13T05:03:03","modified_gmt":"2026-05-13T03:03:03","slug":"living-the-gospel-as-the-father-has-sent-me-so-i-send-you-jn-2021","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/living-the-gospel-as-the-father-has-sent-me-so-i-send-you-jn-2021\/","title":{"rendered":"Living the Gospel: &#8220;As the Father has sent me, so I send you&#8221; (Jn. 20:21)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>Let&#8217;s learn from the little ones<\/strong><\/p>\n\n<p>I was doing some work around the house when I cut my left hand deeply. As I tried to stop the flow of blood before my parents accompanied me to the hospital casualty department, our six year old grandson Emanuel, who was spending that day with us, watched closely as I hurriedly bandaged my hand: &#8220;Does it hurt a lot, Granddad?&#8221; I reassured him and to help me, he gave me a sweet! Shortly after: \u201cWould you like another sweet, Granddad? It&#8217;ll do you good.\u201d After the wound was stitched, bandaged and with a splint on my left thumb (fortunately the tendon was unharmed), when I got back home he came running to me: &#8220;Granddad, how are you doing now? Maybe a coffee would help\u201d. &#8220;Thank you, Emanuel, after lunch: now let&#8217;s go to eat&#8221;. My wife had made his favourite sausages. After eating his, he took another one from the serving plate, cut it up and without saying anything put it on my plate. Observing these gestures made with moving simplicity, I recalled that Jesus indicated children as a model for us.        <\/p>\n\n<p>(Giovanni C. \u2013 Italy)<\/p>\n\n<div style=\"height:10px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n<p><strong>A providential holiday<\/strong><\/p>\n\n<p>&#8220;Beyond Us&#8221;, an association that supports people with disabilities, among its many activities organizes a holiday in San Bernardino. The President, whom I have known for years, said to me: &#8220;Why don&#8217;t you send Benedetta with us?&#8221; The idea was appealing, but would the place be suitable for wheelchair users like my daughter? After a visit it seemed that it would In addition, our friend Daniela kindly offered to accompany her and there would also be a nurse there. Benedetta was enthusiastic. I couldn\u2019t believe it. Before leaving, we attended a dinner to meet the other holidaymakers. The atmosphere was cheerful. On 3rd August, Benedetta and Daniela left in our car for getting around locally. I really hoped my friend would not get too tired&#8230; I trusted and entrust everything to Jesus. The first news from both of them was reassuring. When they returned I hardly recognized my daughter: she was relaxed and overjoyed especially because she had been able to attend Mass every day, celebrated right there in her and Daniela&#8217;s room. God always surpasses us in generosity!             <\/p>\n\n<p>(M.B. \u2013 Switzerland)<\/p>\n\n<div style=\"height:10px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n<p><strong>When you lose your self-sufficiency<\/strong><\/p>\n\n<p>The month just past has been a month of \u201cpassion,\u201d in the most physical sense of the word. An extraordinary month, in which physical pain was cradled by the tenderness of brothers. My eagerness to recover quickly\u2014that sin of pride which wants always to feel self-sufficient\u2014betrayed me. There were complications after the operation, my knee swelled up, and the doctor was firm: rest and ice. In that bag of ice I found a strange form of prayer. I found myself &#8220;small&#8221;, dependent on my brother for a glass of water or a lift in the car. But it was precisely in this fragility that I rediscovered the treasure of the priestly community in which I live. I understood that fraternity is not just eating together, but having the trust o say, \u201cI need you\u201d       <\/p>\n\n<p>Dependence on others is not a defeat, but the guarantee of our humanity. Today as a retired priest, I cultivate a few square meters of the world in my garden. And as long as I have a voice (and a crutch to support me), my garden will always be open to those looking for hope.  <\/p>\n\n<p>(Don Peppino G. \u2013 Italy)<\/p>\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right\"><em>Curated by Maria Grazia Berretta<\/em><\/p>\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right\">taken from the Gospel of the Day, Citt\u00e0 Nuova, year XII \u2013 no.3 &#8211; May-June 2026)<\/p>\n\n<div style=\"height:25px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\">Photo \u00a9Tieffenbrucker456, Alexandra Koch-man, Codi Punnett &#8211; Pixabay<\/p>\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The risen Jesus gives the disciples peace and joy and entrusts them with his very own mission. The Holy Spirit &#8220;recreates&#8221; them as a new humanity and this vocation, today, concerns not only each of us, but is fully realized when we are &#8220;community&#8221; and support for the other.This is how the Gospel becomes life and the mission a new Pentecost.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":33,"featured_media":402424,"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":"","_seopress_analysis_target_kw":"","_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3286],"tags":[3349,3196,3664],"class_list":["post-402412","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-testimonianze-di-vita-en","tag-notifiche-en","tag-ppg-en","tag-vangelo-vissuto-en"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402412","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\/33"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=402412"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402412\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":402431,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402412\/revisions\/402431"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/402424"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=402412"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=402412"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=402412"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}