316262_206004146131523_765371882_nText: Oskar Górzyński, Warsaw

Photos: Ania Matlak, Marcin Kiedio

Although it’s not particularly catchy, “Picnic of the generations” was a fitting name for our community’s excursion last Saturday to Piaseczno, a town on the outskirts of Warsaw. It’s a good name, because at least three generations (maybe four, though, depending on how you count) of us took part in it: Our special guests, the elderly folks from the Solec nursing home that our community visits every week (maybe four, though); our still-young community people and two of the newest Sant’Egidio members – my Emilka and Ewa and Marcin’s Olga, both born just over three months ago (and just four days apart).

11811566_408060912718235_7537833625338449386_nDespite the heavy clouds that hung over Warsaw in the morning, when our picnic started it was a warm (but not overly hot) day with lots of sunshine. When it ended, almost immediately a huge storm broke out. It was nice of God to be so accomodating. Perhaps he knew what a fun picnic it would’ve been.  Continue reading

972307_625690934122246_1140924885_nText: Sylwia Gawrysiak, Warsaw

I keep thinking about this year’s June.

For the first time I took part in Ecumenical Liturgy of the Martyrs, organized by the Community of Sant’Egidio in the church of St. Martin in Warsaw’s old town. Members of seven Christian churches (Roman Catholic Church, Greek Catholic Church, Lutheran Church, Reformed Church, Polish Catholic Church, Mariavite Church and Evangelical Methodist Church) stood together around the altar. They gathered to pray for peace and to remember the contemporary martyrs from such countries like Syria, Nigeria or Pakistan. It was one of very few opportunities to hear their names in a different context than sensational news and make they don’t disappear from our memory as quickly as from the headlines. Continue reading

528614_415810171769789_1260071858_nText: Kacper Pietraszewski, Warsaw

Since we played charades together in Cracow, I’ve started to think about the unity. Well, how could it be that Poles were playing with Ukrainians and Russians? They didn’t argue or fight, but spent time together just having fun. Sometimes, when they didn’t understand each other, they were looking for different ways to tell something important or for the words they have in common.  Continue reading