Pilgrim progress- a disciple on a journey!

I am just a grain of wheat, what can I do on my own? I can only worry if the bread that we are called to give to humanity will satisfy their hunger, after all I am only one grain. Yet together we form many grains that can nourish because we are willing to die, to lose the husk of pride, of envy, of egocentric living. ‘If the grain of wheat does not fall into the ground and die, it cannot produce fruit’   This is a real Eucharistic life, to become broken for others, it is a paradox, in our brokenness we generate life. During this week   I thought often of the disciples as they travelled on their way to Emmaus, searching for the Risen Lord, wanting to hear that voice that allowed Mary to cry out with joy ‘Master’ on that first Easter morning. Searching, searching on a road that leads anywhere once it leads away from Jerusalem, the horrible reminder of the scene of despair. The Stranger meets them on the road and walks with them. He is their Eucharist, helping to remember and to

Today as Disciples of the Divine Master, we celebrate many things. We allow the words of Blessed Timothy Giaccardo, our first Pauline priest, to bring us back to the founding charism for our Institute which burned in the heart of Bl. James Alberione. He writes:" I t was April 3, 1947 and it was Holy Thursday.  In the great church of St. Paul in Alba the rite of the canonical erection of the Pious Disciples as an autonomous Institute was held on that day.  Since the Founder could not be present, Fr. Timothy read aloud: <<In memory of his Passion, today, the Divine Master in his immense and infinite love instituted the Eucharist and the Priesthood.  In this priestly day, and in the same love, he brings to you a new, full and independent juridical life, and he calls you to offer to his Priesthood a contribution of prayer and apostolate, in accordance with your conditions and filled with love ." That evening he wrote the following prayer in his diary: "Blessed Jesus,