There are times when all you need in order to take an important decision is that someone knocks on your door. This happened to Don Angelo Lolli. In his diary, he writes only a few words about it, in his close conversation with God: “Today a poor sick man came to spend a little time in my room. Was I able to offer him a few minutes of relief? Let at least this be the case, my Lord” (4 April 1909).
This apparently simple question set everything in motion. Don Lolli’s flight plan now had a destination, and to find out where it was he had not even had to leave his room. Poverty knocked, and he opened the door.
When all is said and done, yet again, in Ravenna, the story of the good Samaritan was repeated: a man lying on the ground, at the point of death; a poor sick man knocking at the door. Some pass by; another man, inspired by God, stops, opens the door, takes him in and looks after him. Don Lolli’s life had at last found its course: he consecrated himself forever to the service of the poorest of the poor in his city.
“You call me Teacher and Lord; and you are right, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have given you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you.”