Hello to all my blogolites.
Rome is crying tears from heaven as the rain comes down hard.
Tim and I went to St. Peter's Square early in the morning and I am glad we did.
As we entered the square I saw a lone figure in the distance.
As I approached, I saw a man dressed in a burlap sack kneeling on the hard stone ground praying.
I suddenly noticed that he had no shoes on and that his feet were battered and worn.
It was clear that he had walked a lot of miles without shoes.
I watched him for quite a while. People would walk by him or take pictures of him but he did not look at them.
I made my move.
I approached him, held out the coins and he opened his hand.
The coins clang as they fell into his hand.
I thought that was the end of my meeting with him and began to turn and walk away. But h
e thanked me and asked where I was from.
He told me he was from Assisi.
He pulled a pamphlet out of his bag and told me to love the poor.
He again thanked me and said May God bless you.
I walked away.
I must have broken the ice because after I left a group gathered around him and I could hear them asking questions.
He answered in a very gentle way.
If you open up your heart and mind, if you don't let the fear of the unknown limit you, the world expands.
Love your neighbor and God will love you.