Go out into the world!

Go out into the world!

Carriage 5, seats 13a and 13b … c’mon, let’s get on…” says my sister Loredana. A robust young man, seeing our diminutive statures beside our luggage, offers to help carry our bags. We go to our seats and before we can sit down an old but spritely man, exhorts us: “I’m glad you got number 13 and not me…I’m sorry to say, but I’m very superstitious!” We take this opportunity to engage him further in conversation as is our habit when traveling on public transportation! I’ve always been struck by the missionary mandate in Mark’s Gospel: “Go out in all the world and preach the Gospel to every creature…” (Mk16,15). Jesus expressly says to take the good news to every creature. When I look around me this phrase always comes to mind. Jesus doesn’t simply tell us to...

Preach the Gospel and if necessary use words…

It was midday, around 7 or 8 years ago … Usually, after our classes at the Lateran university, my confreres and I would drive home. Not that day. With my backpack over my shoulder, I headed towards the subway station. An escalator leads down to the platform where other people are standing around. I sit down on the bench and wait… A teenage boy, around 17 or 18 years of age approaches me and asks: “do you know which stop is closest to the Milvian Bridge?” I respond: “Yes, get off a Flaminio Square, take the tram, and then get off… wait, it’s much easier if you just come with me, I’m going that way anyway!” The young man seems happy with this solution: “Great, let’s go together, thanks!” “What’s your name?” I enquire. “Michael.” “It’s a pleasure...