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Rome, 5 March 19581 This writing, which is full of deep inspiration, was published for the first time in the Italian magazine “Città Nuova” in 1958, with the title “Mary”. Mary is not easily understood even though she is greatly loved. In a heart that is far from God, one is more likely to find devotion to her than to Jesus.She is universally loved.And the reason is this: it is Mary’s nature to be Mother. Mary is not easily understood even though she is greatly loved. In a heart that is far from God, one is more likely to find devotion to her than to Jesus.She is universally loved.And the reason is this: it is Mary’s nature to be Mother.Mothers, in general, are not “understood,” especially by younger children; they are “loved.” And not infrequently, indeed often, one hears that an eighty-year-old man dies saying as his last word: “mother.”A mother is more the object of the heart’s intuition than of the mind’s speculation. She is more poetry than philosophy, because

Turin (Royal Theatre), 2 June 2002 Chiara Lubich outlines the identity-kit of the politician who lives for unity, who interpellates voters and those elected in the context of the European elections. It is not my experience but a theme that I was asked to address. The title is this: “The Movement for Unity – which would be the political expression of the Focolare Movement – and political fraternity. Dear Mr. Mayor, Your Eminence, Honourable senators and deputies, civil and religious leaders who have come from all over the Piedmont and Valle d’Aosta regions, ladies and gentlemen, young people here present, it’s with great joy that I accept this invitation to speak of fraternity in the light of the experience and charter of the Movement for Unity. (...) Chiara Lubich text Video in italian

Rome, 1956 In 1956 Chiara went for the first time to the Holy Land to visit a person who was living a difficult moment. But, totally unexpected was her encounter with Jesus, the man-God. The perforated stone From the very blue coast of the Beirut gulf I was contemplating the city which had recently been shaken by the earthquake. It is close to hills covered with thousands of little houses. We were continuing our flight towards the sea, we were ascending and soon we would be able to face the first mountains of Palestine again. At that moment, I didn’t think that Jerusalem and the Holy Places would have made such an impact on my soul. (...) Chiara Lubich Text