Thursday of the Sixteenth Week in Ordinary Time
Optional Memorial of Saint Bridget of Sweden, Religious
Patron of Europe — Widow, Mystic, Foundress

First Reading: Jeremiah 2:1-3, 7-8, 12-13
Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 36:6-7ab, 8-9, 10-11
Gospel: Matthew 13:10-17
Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/072326.cfm

God speaks to his people through Jeremiah like a spouse remembering the beginning of a marriage. I remember the devotion of your youth, how you loved me as a bride, how you followed me in the wilderness, in a land not sown. There was a time when you walked with me through the desert and it was enough. And then — you entered the good land, ate its fruits, and forgot where the water came from. My people have done two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living water, and dug for themselves cracked cisterns that hold no water.

That image is worth sitting with on a Thursday morning. A cracked cistern looks like a solution. You dig it yourself, you fill it yourself, you manage it yourself. But it leaks. And no matter how diligently you maintain it, it cannot hold what only the fountain gives freely. The things we go to instead of God — the busyness, the screens, the approval, the plans we grip too tightly — are not evil in themselves. They are cracked. They cannot hold what we are actually thirsty for.

Then Jesus explains why he speaks in parables. To those who have been given to see, more will be given. To those who have closed themselves off, even what they have will slip away. Gross is the heart of this people — they have shut their eyes, stopped their ears, because if they saw and heard, they would have to turn, and be healed. And then the gift in the middle of that hard word: "But blessed are your eyes, because they see, and your ears, because they hear. Many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see and did not see it." The seeing is a gift. The open heart is already a grace.

Saint Bridget of Sweden knew both. She was a Swedish princess, wife, mother of eight children — an ordinary layperson by the world's measure. After her husband died, she gave herself entirely to God. She received mystical visions of the Passion so vivid they marked her physically. And she prayed with the simplicity of someone who had found the fountain and drunk from it: "O Lord, say to my soul that nothing happens without You permitting it, and that nothing You permit is without comfort." That is a prayer from someone who has stopped drinking from cracked cisterns.


A few questions to sit with today:

1. What are the cracked cisterns in my life right now — the things I keep going back to that look like they will satisfy but keep leaking? Am I being honest about what they are?

2. "I remember the devotion of your youth." Is there a way I followed God more simply and freely at an earlier point in my life that I have drifted from? What happened?

3. Jesus says blessed are your eyes, because they see. Do I treat the gift of faith — of actually believing, of actually seeing — as the extraordinary privilege it is? Or have I gotten used to it?

4. Bridget prayed: "Nothing You permit is without comfort." Is there something hard in my life right now that I have not yet brought to that kind of trust? What would it take?


One small thing for tomorrow:

Identify one cracked cistern — one thing you keep reaching for that doesn't actually satisfy — and tomorrow, when you reach for it, pause and say: "Lord, you are the fountain. What I am looking for is you." That is the whole practice.


Lord Jesus, Jeremiah says you are the fountain of living water, and I know that is true — and I also know how often I walk past the fountain to dig at something I built myself. Forgive me for the cracked cisterns. Help me to remember the devotion of my youth, the simpler trust, the following you through the wilderness when it was enough just to be near you. And help me to see — to have the open eyes and ears that receive what you are giving, rather than the closed ones that miss it. May Bridget's prayer be mine: nothing happens without you permitting it, and nothing you permit is without comfort. May Mary, who followed you from Nazareth to Calvary without a cracked cistern in sight, pray for me when I forget where the water comes from. Amen.


If you'd like to share: what is one cracked cistern you keep returning to — and what do you think you are actually thirsting for underneath it?