Reflections

Sacred Heart Devotion and Letting Go of Fear With St. Margaret Mary

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Friday of the Twenty-eighth Week in Ordinary Time

Optional Memorial of Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque, Virgin

First Reading: Ephesians 1:11-14

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 33:1-2, 4-5, 12-13

Gospel: Luke 12:1-7

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/101626.cfm

A crowd is pressing so tightly around Jesus that people are trampling one another. He turns first to his closest friends and gives them a quiet word. Beware of hypocrisy, the leaven that puffs up and hides what is real. Whatever is whispered in the dark will one day be heard in the light. Then, almost in the same breath, he says the line we all need: do not be afraid. Five sparrows sell for two small coins, and yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Even the hairs of your head have all been counted. You are worth more than many sparrows.

That is an astonishing detail, if we let it land. The God who holds the universe knows the number of hairs on my head. He is not distant or vague about me. He is attentive to every ordinary part of my day: the worry I carried into work, the tired patience I found at the dinner table, the thing I did not say out loud. Paul says the same thing in his own words. In Christ we were chosen, destined, and sealed with the promised Holy Spirit. We do not have to perform to be seen. We are already known, and the Spirit within us is a down payment on all that is to come.

Today the Church offers us Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque, a French Visitation nun of the seventeenth century. She spent much of her youth ill and entered the convent at Paray-le-Monial in 1671. Beginning in 1673 she experienced visions of Jesus showing her his Sacred Heart, a symbol of his love for us, and she was asked to help spread devotion to it. Her community and superiors were at first doubtful, and it took the support of her confessor, Saint Claude de la Colombiere, for the message to be heard. Her life is a quiet reminder that the heart of Jesus is not far away or abstract. It is the heart of someone who counts the hairs on our heads.

A few questions to sit with tonight:

1. What fear did I carry through today, spoken or unspoken? Can I place it in the hands of someone who knows me completely?

2. Is there a place where I am putting on a front, at work, at home, or even in prayer? What would it feel like to simply be honest with Jesus about it?

3. When did I feel seen or cared for today? Can I thank God for it, even if it was small?

4. What would change if I believed, deeply, that my life is worth more than many sparrows to God?

For tomorrow:

Set aside two minutes tomorrow to place your hand over your heart and pray slowly: Jesus, meek and humble of heart, make my heart like yours. Do it when a hard moment comes, or at the first quiet one.

Lord Jesus, you know me down to the number of hairs on my head, and still you tell me not to be afraid. Thank you for choosing me and sealing me with your Spirit. Free me from the need to hide or to impress, and help me to live honestly in your light. Saint Margaret Mary, pray for me, that my heart may grow gentle and trusting like his. Jesus, meek and humble of heart, make my heart like yours. Amen.

If you would like to share: what is one fear you would like to hand over to Jesus this weekend?

#Catholic #DailyExamen #Prayer #WalkingWithJesus #CatholicLife #SacredHeart #DoNotBeAfraid

Living the Fruit of the Spirit with Saint Callistus I

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Wednesday of the Twenty-eighth Week in Ordinary Time

Optional Memorial of Saint Callistus I, Pope and Martyr

First Reading: Galatians 5:18-25

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 1:1-2, 3, 4, 6

Gospel: Luke 11:42-46

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/101426.cfm

Paul gives us a beautiful list today, and it is worth slowing down for. The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Fruit, he says, not effort. It is what grows when we stay close to Jesus, the way a tree planted by running water yields its fruit in due season, as the Psalm puts it. We do not manufacture patience or gentleness by trying harder at 5 p.m. on a tired Wednesday. We receive them, a little at a time, by staying near the source. If we live in the Spirit, Paul says, let us also follow the Spirit.

The Gospel shows what happens when we forget that. Jesus speaks sharply to people who pay careful attention to tithing garden herbs, yet overlook justice and the love of God. They love the seat of honor, and they pile heavy burdens on others without lifting a finger to help. It is not a speech about other people. It is a mirror. How easy it is to keep the small rules perfectly while being short with the people at home, or to care about being seen as good more than being good to someone.

Today the Church remembers Saint Callistus I, who knew something about lifting burdens. He began as a slave in Rome, endured imprisonment and hard labor, and was eventually freed. He went on to care for the Christian cemetery on the Appian Way, which still bears his name, and in about 217 he was elected pope. He is remembered especially for mercy: he welcomed back repentant sinners, even though some of the strict voices of his day criticized him for it. A man who had once been at the bottom understood that a burden is meant to be shared, and that the door should stay open for those who want to come home.

A few questions to sit with tonight:

1. Which fruit of the Spirit did I notice in myself today, even in a small way? Which one feels hardest to find right now?

2. Where have I focused on small, visible things while overlooking love and fairness toward the people closest to me?

3. Is there a burden I have placed on someone else, in expectations, impatience, or silence, that I could help carry instead?

4. Callistus believed that repentance opens the door back to the Church. Is there something I have been hesitant to bring to God or to confession because I thought it was too much?

For tomorrow:

Choose one person in your day, at home or at work, and lighten something for them. Take a small task off their plate, listen without hurrying, or say a kind word that costs you nothing but ego.

Lord Jesus, you invite me to stay close to you so that your Spirit can bear fruit in me. Forgive me for the times I keep the small rules but miss the people in front of me. Teach me to lift burdens, not add to them. Saint Callistus, who knew weakness and mercy from both sides, pray for me, that I may be quick to forgive and slow to judge. Make my heart a place where others feel welcome to come home. Amen.

If you would like to share: when did someone’s mercy or kindness lift a burden for you, and how did it change your day?

#Catholic #DailyExamen #Prayer #WalkingWithJesus #CatholicLife #FruitOfTheSpirit #SaintCallistus

Your Place at the Lord’s Table: Psalm 23 and Sunday Readings

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Twenty-eighth Sunday in Ordinary Time

First Reading: Isaiah 25:6-10a

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 23:1-3a, 3b-4, 5, 6

Second Reading: Philippians 4:12-14, 19-20

Gospel: Matthew 22:1-14 (or 22:1-10)

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/101126.cfm

Every reading today circles around a table. Isaiah sees God preparing a feast for all peoples, with rich food and choice wines, where he will wipe away the tears from every face. Psalm 23 sings the same promise: you spread a table before me, my cup overflows, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord. In the Gospel, a king prepares a wedding feast for his son. Everything is ready. The invitation goes out, and then comes the line that stings a little: some ignored it and went away, one to his farm, another to his business.

It is easy to hear that and think of other people. But on an ordinary Sunday, many of us know exactly what it feels like to be pulled toward the farm and the business. Work follows us home, notifications crowd the dinner table, and the day off fills up with errands. None of these things are evil. They are simply good things that quietly take the place of the best thing. The invitation is still open. The king does not cancel the feast, he sends his servants out to the main roads to bring in everyone they find, the bad and the good alike. The room fills up. It is a picture of grace: the table is for whoever will come.

Jesus adds one more detail about a guest without a wedding garment. We do not need to read it with fear. A garment is something we put on when we have said yes to the invitation, a heart that has actually shown up and is ready to be met. Paul gives us a lovely picture of that kind of heart in his letter to the Philippians. He has learned the secret of being content in plenty and in need alike: I can do all things in him who strengthens me, and my God will supply whatever you need.

A few questions to sit with tonight:

1. What was my farm or my business today, the good thing that quietly took the place of time with Jesus?

2. Do I really believe the feast is for me, even on the days I feel unworthy or unprepared?

3. Where have I been hungry for something that only God can give? Can I name it to him tonight?

4. Paul says he has learned to be content in every circumstance. What would it be like to receive today’s blessings and today’s struggles as coming from the same hand?

For tomorrow:

Take five minutes at a meal, even a simple one, to pause before eating. Look at the food and the people at the table, and say thank you to God for the feast he is already giving you.

Lord Jesus, you invite me to your table, and everything is ready. Forgive me for the times I have said I am busy and walked away to my own farm. Wipe away the tears I carry, and be my shepherd in the valleys. Give me a heart that comes willingly and is ready to meet you. Help me to be content in every circumstance, trusting that you will supply what I need. Amen.

If you would like to share: what is one way you have felt invited to the table of the Lord this week?

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Pray, Hope, Don’t Worry: Living ‘Enough’ With Padre Pio

Wooden cross, Bible, and rosary on a bench inside a stone chapel

Memorial of Saint Pius of Pietrelcina, Priest (Padre Pio)

First Reading: Proverbs 30:5-9

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 119:29, 72, 89, 101, 104, 163

Gospel: Luke 9:1-6

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/092326.cfm

Jesus sends out the Twelve and tells them to take nothing for the journey. No walking stick, no bag, no food, no money, not even a second tunic. Just the authority he has given them and the willingness to go. Whatever house welcomes you, stay there. If a town does not receive you, shake the dust from your feet and move on. They set out from village to village proclaiming the Good News and curing diseases everywhere. The mission works. And it works precisely because they are empty-handed — dependent on the One who sent them and on the people they are sent to serve.

The writer of Proverbs asks God for two things before he dies: keep falsehood far from me, and give me neither poverty nor riches — only what I need. The reason is honest: if I am full, I may forget God entirely; if I am in desperate want, I may sin to survive. The middle place — enough, but not more than enough — keeps me close to the One who provides. This is not a spirituality of scarcity. It is a spirituality of dependence: staying near enough to need that prayer remains real.

Today the Church remembers Padre Pio — born Francesco Forgione in 1887, a Capuchin friar who lived most of his priesthood at one small friary in southern Italy, never accumulating, never moving on to something larger. He described himself simply: a poor friar who prays. He bore the stigmata — the wounds of Christ in his own body — for fifty years. He spent his days saying Mass and hearing confessions, because he believed those were the things that mattered most. He said: in books we seek God; in prayer we find him. Pray, hope, and don’t worry. He died on this day in 1968, after a Mass, repeating the names of Jesus and Mary.

A few questions to sit with today:

1. Jesus told the Twelve to take nothing extra. Is there something I am carrying on my own journey that is weighing me down rather than helping — a worry, a need for control, an accumulation I am afraid to let go of?

2. Proverbs asks for neither poverty nor riches, only enough. Am I living in a way that keeps me honestly dependent on God — or have I arranged my life to need him as little as possible?

3. Padre Pio said: pray, hope, and don’t worry. Which of those three is hardest for me right now? Where is the worry living?

4. He spent fifty years in one small place, doing the same faithful things: Mass, confession, prayer. Is there a simple, faithful practice in my life that I keep trying to move past, when what God might want is for me to go deeper into it?

One small thing for tomorrow:

Tomorrow, before you pick up your phone in the morning, say one sentence to God: Lord, I have what I need for today. Let that be the beginning.

Lord Jesus, you sent your disciples out with empty hands and enough authority for the work. I often travel heavy — anxious, over-prepared, trusting my own provisions more than yours. Help me to travel lighter. Give me what Padre Pio had: the simplicity to stay in the small place, to pray faithfully, to hope without worrying. Let prayer be the key in my hands today. Amen.

If you would like to share: what is one thing you are carrying right now that you could set down in order to travel a little lighter with Jesus?

Women at the Tomb and the Friday Space of Faith

Five robed travelers carrying baskets and pottery walk toward a hilltop village.

Friday of the Twenty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time

First Reading: 1 Corinthians 15:12-20

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 17:1bcd, 6-7, 8b, 15

Gospel: Luke 8:1-3

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/091826.cfm

Luke’s Gospel today is only three verses, but there is a lot inside them. Jesus is traveling from town to town, proclaiming the Kingdom of God. With him are the Twelve — and also some women: Mary Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone out; Joanna, wife of Herod’s steward Chuza; Susanna; and many others who provided for them out of their own resources. Luke names them. He does not treat them as background. These are women who had been healed, women who left comfortable or difficult lives to follow Jesus on the road, women who used what they had to support the mission. Luke is not making a point about gender roles — he is recording who was actually there. And he is setting something up: these same women will be the first at the tomb.

Paul is clear about why that matters. If Christ has not been raised, he says, then your faith is vain, our preaching is false, those who have died are simply gone, and we are the most pitiable of all people — people who have organized their lives around something that is not true. He does not soften this. He runs the logic all the way out: everything depends on the resurrection. Either it happened and everything is different, or it did not and nothing holds. But then he turns: But now — Christ has been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. That “but now” carries the whole weight of the Christian life.

Friday is the right day to sit with that. Today is the day between death and resurrection — in the liturgical imagination, the day the disciples did not know what Sunday would bring. Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Susanna followed Jesus and provided for him out of their resources. They gave what they had while he was alive. They will be the first to bring spices to the tomb. Their faithfulness does not depend on certainty — it depends on love and on memory of what happened to them when they met him.

A few questions to sit with today:

1. Paul says: if for this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are the most pitiable of all. Is my hope genuinely oriented beyond this life — or is my faith mostly about getting through the day? Is that honest, and what would I want it to be?

2. Mary Magdalene was healed of seven demons. Joanna walked away from a comfortable position to follow Jesus on the roads of Galilee. Both gave out of what they had been given. What has Jesus freed me from or given me that I am offering back to him?

3. The women provided for the mission out of their resources. Is there a concrete way I am supporting something larger than myself right now — in my family, my parish, my community?

4. It is Friday. Where am I between death and resurrection in my own life right now — what is still in the tomb, waiting?

One small thing for tomorrow:

Tomorrow — Saturday — is the day before resurrection. Light a candle, or simply sit in quiet for a few minutes, and name one thing you are waiting to see come back to life.

Lord Jesus, you let women travel with you, be changed by you, and give to you out of what they had. You did not ask them to be less than they were. You asked them to follow. Help me to follow in the same way — not because I have everything figured out, but because I remember what happened when I met you. Let my faith rest on the resurrection, not just on comfort. When I am in the Friday space, remind me that Sunday is coming. Amen.

If you would like to share: what is one thing in your life right now that is still in the tomb — that you are waiting to see raised?

Lessons from Our Lady of Sorrows: Standing with Suffering

A robed figure standing beneath a wooden cross at sunset

Memorial of Our Lady of Sorrows

First Reading: 1 Corinthians 12:12-14, 27-31a

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 100:1b-2, 3, 4, 5

Gospel: John 19:25-27

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/091526.cfm

Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. That single word — standing — carries everything. Others fled. Others watched from a distance. Others could not bear to be close. Mary stood. She did not look away. She could not fix anything, could not stop what was happening, could not reach her son. She stood and watched and stayed. When Jesus saw her and the beloved disciple beside her, he gave them to each other: Woman, behold your son. Behold your mother. And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

Simeon had seen this coming. At the Presentation in the Temple, when Jesus was forty days old, he blessed Mary and said: a sword will pierce your own soul. Today is the fulfillment of that sword. The Church calls her Our Lady of Sorrows and has counted seven — from Simeon’s prophecy to the burial of her son. What she carried was not a series of events but one continuous act of faithful presence through suffering she could not prevent and did not fully understand. She did not know, standing at the cross, what Sunday would bring. She stood anyway.

This is the gift she offers the rest of us who are Christ’s body: the witness that it is possible to stay. Most of us know a version of this — someone we love going through something we cannot take from them, a grief we cannot resolve, a situation where showing up is all we have. The temptation is to manage our distance, to stay helpful and in control rather than simply present. Mary’s answer is to stand. To stay in the room. To receive what is given even when what is given is a sword.

A few questions to sit with today:

1. Is there someone in my life who is suffering right now — and have I been showing up for them, or managing my distance? What would it look like to stand closer?

2. Mary could not fix what was happening to her son. Is there something in my life that I am trying to control or resolve instead of simply being present to? Can I name it and bring it to her?

3. The beloved disciple took Mary into his home from that hour. Who has become family to me through shared suffering — someone who walked through something hard with me or I with them?

4. Mary’s faithfulness was not dramatic. It was quiet and costly and unseen. Is there a quiet, costly act of love I am being asked to do right now that no one will notice?

One small thing for tomorrow:

Tomorrow, if you know someone who is carrying something heavy, do not try to fix it. Just reach out — a text, a call, a note. Let them know you are standing nearby. That is Mary’s way.

Lord Jesus, your mother stood at the foot of the cross when everything in her must have wanted to run. Give me something of her courage — the courage to stay present to suffering I cannot fix, to show up even when showing up is all I have to offer. When I am the one who is suffering, may I know that she is standing near me still, and that you placed her there. Hold me in the body you are building, where we carry one another. Amen.

If you would like to share: is there someone you have been wanting to reach out to — someone carrying a cross — that today’s feast is calling you to stand a little closer to?

Understanding the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross

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Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross

First Reading: Numbers 21:4b-9

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 78:1bc-2, 34-35, 36-37, 38

Second Reading: Philippians 2:6-11

Gospel: John 3:13-17

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/091426.cfm

The people in the desert have had enough. They complain: why did you bring us from Egypt to die here? We are disgusted with this wretched food. The wretched food is manna — bread from heaven, a daily miracle. They have been living inside a gift so long they cannot see it. God sends serpents. People die. They repent. And then God’s answer is strange: he does not take the serpents away. He tells Moses to make a bronze serpent and mount it on a pole. Whoever looks at it will live. The very thing that is killing them becomes, when they turn toward it, the source of their healing.

Jesus tells Nicodemus: just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the desert, so must the Son of Man be lifted up — so that everyone who believes in him may have eternal life. The cross is the same logic. The instrument of death, the thing that was supposed to be the end, becomes the source of life for everyone who turns toward it and looks. Paul fills in the shape of it: he emptied himself, took the form of a slave, humbled himself, became obedient to death — even death on a cross. He went all the way down. And because of this, God exalted him above every name. The descent is not the defeat. The cross is not the failure. It is the place where love goes all the way.

And then the verse everyone knows: God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him might not perish but have eternal life. God did not send his Son to condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through him. The cross is not guilt or punishment. It is what love looks like when it refuses to stop.

A few questions to sit with today:

1. The people in the desert complained about the manna — bread from heaven — because they were worn out by the journey. Is there a gift in my life right now that I have stopped being able to see because I am tired? What would it look like to look at it again?

2. The bronze serpent: God told them to look at the very thing that was hurting them. Is there a wound, a failure, a cross in my own life that I have been avoiding looking at? Can I bring it to Jesus today and ask him to be present in it?

3. He emptied himself and did not grasp. Is there something I am holding too tightly right now — a need for control, for comfort, for being right — that I could open my hands and release?

4. God did not send his Son to condemn the world. Is there a way I have been carrying a sense of condemnation — from God, from others, from myself — that this feast is inviting me to put down?

One small thing for tomorrow:

Sometime tomorrow, make the sign of the cross slowly and intentionally. Let it be a prayer: Lord, you went all the way down. You did not stop. I belong to you — in life and in death and in everything in between.

Lord Jesus, today the Church lifts up the cross. Not as a punishment but as the place where love went furthest. Help me to look at it honestly — at what it cost you, and at what it means for me. Take whatever I am carrying that I have tried to carry alone and let it be placed there with you. You did not come to condemn me. You came to save me. That is the love I want to live inside. Amen.

If you would like to share: is there a cross in your life right now that you are ready to bring to Jesus — to look at together rather than carry alone?

Seventy-Seven Times: Lessons on Mercy

Winding path through an olive grove at sunset

Twenty-fourth Sunday in Ordinary Time

First Reading: Sirach 27:30—28:7

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 103:1-2, 3-4, 9-10, 11-12

Second Reading: Romans 14:7-9

Gospel: Matthew 18:21-35

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/091326.cfm

Peter thinks he is being generous. How often must I forgive my brother — seven times? Jesus says: not seven times, but seventy-seven times. Then the parable. A king settles accounts and a servant is brought before him who owes a debt so enormous it could never be repaid in a lifetime. The servant falls down and begs for patience. The king, moved with compassion, forgives the entire debt. That same servant immediately finds a fellow servant who owes him a much smaller amount — a real debt, but nothing like what was just forgiven. He seizes him by the throat. When the fellow servant begs for the same patience, he refuses and has him thrown in prison. The other servants are disturbed. The king calls him wicked: I forgave you everything because you begged me to. Should you not have had pity on your fellow servant as I had pity on you?

The parable’s logic is simple and devastating. The first debt is unpayable — it represents everything we owe God, every failure, every wound we have caused, every time we fell short of who we were made to be. It was forgiven. Not because we earned it. Because the king was moved with compassion. The second debt is real, but it is small by comparison. The servant who cannot pass on what was given to him freely has not actually understood what happened to him. He received mercy and walked away still calculating. That is the contradiction Jesus is naming.

Sirach says it plainly: could anyone nourish anger against another and expect healing from the Lord? Wrath and anger are hateful things, yet the sinner hugs them tight. The psalm describes God as slow to anger and rich in compassion — he does not deal with us according to our sins. That is what we have received. And Paul says: none of us lives for oneself. We belong to the Lord, and so does the person we are struggling to forgive. We are not each other’s final judges.

A few questions to sit with today:

1. Is there someone I have been finding it hard to forgive — not just in words, but from the heart, as Jesus puts it? What does the size of their debt look like compared to what God has already forgiven in me?

2. Sirach says the sinner hugs wrath tight. Is there an anger or resentment I have been holding onto that I have told myself I am justified in keeping? What has it cost me?

3. Jesus says: forgive your brother from your heart. What is the difference between saying the words and doing this from the heart? Where am I in that process?

4. Paul writes that we belong to the Lord — in life and in death. Can I hold the person who hurt me in that same belonging, even if I cannot yet feel warmth toward them?

One small thing for tomorrow:

Tomorrow, name the debt — the thing that was done to you that you are still carrying. Then name the debt that was forgiven you. You do not have to feel the forgiveness yet. Just hold both debts in view at the same time. That is the beginning.

Lord Jesus, you told Peter not seven times but seventy-seven times. I am not there yet. There are people and hurts I am still holding at arm’s length, debts I have calculated and not released. Remind me of what I owed and what was forgiven. Help me to receive your mercy fully enough that it can move through me toward someone else. I cannot do this from my own resources. I need you to do it in me. Forgive me as I try, slowly, to forgive. Amen.

If you would like to share: is there a hurt you are carrying that you are ready to begin laying down — not alone, but with Jesus?

Understanding Luke’s Beatitudes Through Peter Claver’s Life

Travelers welcome a man arriving by boat on a rocky shore

Memorial of Saint Peter Claver, Priest

First Reading: 1 Corinthians 7:25-31

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 45:11-12, 14-15, 16-17

Gospel: Luke 6:20-26

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/090926.cfm

Luke’s Beatitudes are shorter and sharper than Matthew’s. Jesus looks at his disciples and says: blessed are you who are poor — the kingdom of God is yours. Blessed are you who are hungry — you will be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep — you will laugh. Blessed are you when people hate you, exclude you, insult you, and denounce you on account of the Son of Man. Rejoice and leap for joy on that day. Then he turns it over: woe to you who are rich — you have received your consolation already. Woe to you who are filled now. Woe to you when all speak well of you.

That last one is the one worth sitting with. Woe to you when all speak well of you — for their ancestors treated the false prophets in this way. The person who never makes anyone uncomfortable, who has no enemies, who never says anything that costs them — that is not a safe place to be, by Jesus’s measure. The kingdom inverts what looks like security.

Today the Church remembers Peter Claver, a Spanish Jesuit who arrived in Cartagena, Colombia in 1610 and spent forty years boarding slave ships. Cartagena received ten thousand enslaved Africans every year. Claver went into the holds — described by those who saw them as horrifying beyond words — and brought food, medicine, and whatever he could beg. He said: we must speak to them with our hands before we speak to them with our lips. He signed his Jesuit vows: slave of the Africans forever. He baptized an estimated three hundred thousand people. He stayed in the slaves’ quarters rather than the plantation owners’ homes. He lived exactly the Beatitudes he had read: blessed are the poor, blessed are the weeping, blessed are the excluded — and he went to find them.

Paul writes: the world in its present form is passing away. Hold everything lightly. What Cartagena’s society thought was permanent was passing. What Claver was doing was lasting.

A few questions to sit with tonight:

1. Jesus says woe to those when all speak well of them. Is there something true I have held back from saying — at work, at home, in a conversation — because I did not want to lose someone’s good opinion?

2. Peter Claver said: we must speak with our hands before we speak with our lips. Is there someone in my life right now who needs my hands — my presence, my practical help — more than they need my words?

3. The Beatitudes say the poor, the hungry, and the weeping are blessed — not because suffering is good, but because the kingdom belongs to them. Do I actually believe that? How does it show up in how I spend my time and attention?

4. Paul says the world in its present form is passing away — hold lightly what you are holding. What am I gripping too tightly right now that I could loosen my hold on today?

One small thing for tomorrow:

Tomorrow, find one person who is having a hard time — someone weeping, struggling, excluded — and do one thing with your hands. Bring them something. Sit with them. Show up. Let your hands speak first.

Lord Jesus, you said the kingdom belongs to the poor, the hungry, the weeping, the excluded. Peter Claver believed you and spent his life proving it. Help me to believe it too — not just as a doctrine but as something that changes where I go and what I do with my hands. Free me from the need to be spoken well of by everyone. Loosen my grip on what is passing so I can hold more tightly to what lasts. Amen.

If you would like to share: is there someone in your life right now whose burden you could help carry — even in a small way?

Celebrating Mary’s Birthday: A Reflection on Faith

Purple wildflower growing through cracked earth beside a stone path

Feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary

First Reading: Micah 5:1-4a (or Romans 8:28-30)

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 13:6ab, 6c

Gospel: Matthew 1:1-16, 18-23

Daily readings: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/090826.cfm

Today the Church celebrates Mary’s birthday. Not the Annunciation, not the Assumption — her actual birth, the day a child was born into a family in first-century Palestine who had no idea what her life would hold. The Gospel for her feast is the genealogy — forty-two generations, a long list of names, most of them forgotten. But woven into that list are five women: Tamar, Rahab, Ruth, Bathsheba, and Mary. Tamar widowed and overlooked. Rahab a Canaanite outsider. Ruth a foreigner. Bathsheba named only as “the wife of Uriah.” Each of them unexpected in this lineage. Each of them part of God’s patient, winding work.

Mary comes at the end of all of it. She is the culmination of a long story she did not choose — families and failures and exiles and returns, generation after generation. And when the angel comes, she says yes. Not because she has a clear view of how it will all unfold. Because she trusts the one who asks. Micah says it plainly: from Bethlehem, too small to be among the clans of Judah, shall come the one who is to be ruler in Israel. God works through what looks too small. God works through the unexpected, the overlooked, the ones who were not supposed to be in the story at all.

Paul writes: all things work for good for those who love God. We often read that as comfort in hard times — and it is. But on Mary’s birthday it reads differently: God was working through all of it, through every name in that long list, through the complicated people and the flawed choices and the unexpected inclusions, to bring us to this moment. Mary’s yes was made possible by a thousand hidden yeses before her. And the life of faith we are living now is part of something longer than we can see.

A few questions to sit with today:

1. The genealogy includes people we would not have chosen — outsiders, failures, the complicated. When I look at my own family history, where do I see God’s patient work in people and stories I might have overlooked?

2. Mary said yes without a clear picture of what it would cost. Is there something God has been asking of me that I have been waiting to understand fully before I answer?

3. Micah says God works through what is too small to matter by human measure. What in my life feels too small or too ordinary to be significant? Can I trust that God is working there?

4. Paul says we are predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son. Not to be perfect, but to take the shape of Jesus in our particular life. What would it look like for me to take that shape a little more fully this week?

One small thing for tomorrow:

Tomorrow, say a simple Happy Birthday to Mary — just a brief prayer, a Hail Mary, a word of thanks that she said yes. Then ask her to pray for you to say your own yes to whatever God is asking today.

Lord Jesus, you were born of Mary, who was born into an ordinary family in an ordinary place at an ordinary time. Everything about your coming was unexpected. Thank you for working through the small and the overlooked, through the complicated history of families, through the ones no one expected to be in the story. Help me to trust, as Mary trusted, that you know what you are doing even when I cannot see the end of it. May her yes give me courage for my own. Amen.

If you would like to share: where in your own family history do you see God’s patient, unexpected work?