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The Gospel Lived: a seed that germinates and grows

Jun 25, 2024

What God puts in our hearts, without asking us for much in return, is a precious sign of the immense trust He has in humanity and generates a miracle we often no longer marvel at: the birth of a fruit. This is what the evangelist Mark recounts in the parable, “Thus is the kingdom of God: like a man who sows seed on the ground; whether he sleeps or wakes, night or day, the seed sprouts and grows” (Mark 4:26-27). As good soil, having welcomed the seed, what is left for us to do is just to wait patiently and then be amazed.

At the traffic light
Once a week I take a trip from my town to a larger city to meet with friends with whom I share the same ideals. I try to take extra money with me to help people who ask for alms at traffic lights. Last week, on my way home, I stopped at a red light and was approached by a young man ready to clean my windshield. I rolled down my window and while looking for money to give him I told him not to clean it because he would not make it before the light turned green.

He looked at me and said, “Can you give me a little more? I need to buy some chicken for my children.” I answered yes. In fact what I was giving him was not going to do him much good. He took the money and said, “Will you let me earn it? I promise I will do it quickly.”

Almost without waiting for my response, he started cleaning the windshield, finishing just before the traffic light turned green. Immediately afterwards he approached the window of the car and, with a happy face, shaking my hand, thanked me and wished me well. As I drove home, I thought about what had happened and realized that small gestures sometimes edify us and teach us more about ourselves than the people for whom we do them. I know that God is everywhere, but it never occurred to me that He was waiting for me at a traffic light.
(S. Z. – Argentina)

In prison
For dealing drugs I had ended up in juvenile detention, but where I continued to receive visits from Valerio, my teacher from when I was in school. And that could not leave me indifferent. In life, I had been involved with bad people who I thought were my friends, but not with Valerio: he loved me without any interest. Moreover, he would tell me stories of other boys, who had made a different choice from mine, gospel facts. One day a new “guest” arrived in my cell: a boy so dirty he was smelly. The cellmates began insulting him, spitting on him, intimidating him to go wash up. Since he had no soap, no towel, and no spare clothes, I intervened in his defense and gave him my clothes, soap, and towel. He went to take a shower and peace returned. This experience was the beginning of a turning point. I thought that because of everything I had done, love had disappeared inside me. Instead it was like a seed that, more alive than ever, was beginning to blossom.
(T. – Italy)

Edited by Maria Grazia Berretta

(taken from The Gospel of the Day, Città Nuova, year X- no.1 May-June 2024)