I have been turning the pages of the Holy Scripture these days, seeking comfort, encouragement, strength to carry the cross. I came upon a beautiful verse. "Truly, truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains by itself alone. But if it dies, it bears much fruit. "

John 12:24

I read the beautiful words and went out into the wheat field in the unfolding summer! Every green ear is the tomb of a dead grain of wheat! Contemplating the beautiful cycle of life and death, I took out the most beautiful letters of my children, then I fell on my knees and, aware of my smallness and weakness, I thanked for everything! I thanked my parents and grandparents for taking on the fate of wheat for me, and then, offering myself, I consciously said yes to the difficulties of accepting life, of bearing it, of everyday worries, of struggling through them, of God's Holy Will for me!

With love from

Father Csaba

translated by M.T.I.