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“He passed through the midst of them and went away.” | Monday of the Third Week of Lent

From the responsorial psalm: “As the hind longs for the running waters, so my soul longs for you, O God. Athirst is my soul for the living God. When shall I go and behold the face of God?”

A reading from the holy Gospel according to Luke (Lk 13:1-9, today’s readings)

When the people in the synagogue heard this, they were all filled with fury. They rose up, drove him out of the town, and led him to the brow of the hill on which their town had been built, to hurl him down headlong. But he passed through the midst of them and went away.

The people in the synagogue filled with fury are from Nazareth, where Jesus grew up. He had just finished reading the scroll in the synagogue, proclaiming as the Messiah, “Today this scripture passage is fulfilled in your hearing.” At first incredulous and amazed, they say, “Isn’t this the son of Joseph?” But as Jesus tells them that no prophet is accepted in his own native place and that their stubbornness is like that of Naaman’s, God’s message will serve people other than Israelites. In the first reading, God healed Naaman, a gentile, of leprosy. Jesus teaches that unless one’s faith is like the faith of the servant girl in the first reading, receiving God’s mercy becomes all the more difficult as we try to grasp what God wants to freely give.

God, help me understand how it is that Jesus passed through the midst of his own townspeople who wanted to hurl him off the brow of a hill. Among the crowd were people who knew Jesus as a child, an adolescent, and as the son of Joseph and Mary. To be a bearer of your message, Lord, sometimes means facing incredulity among acquaintances, neighbors, friends, and even family members. The faith of the little girl in the first reading gives powerful witness to your mercy, when she says “if only” Naaman would present himself to Elisha the prophet to be cured. Jesus passes through the crowd because you have other places for him to go, to people whose soul is “athirst for the living God.”

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

Tile Mosaic of Jesus, Mary and Joseph at Baptismal Fount and Altar

Monday of the Third Week of Lent

A reading from the holy Gospel according to Luke

Jesus said to the people in the synagogue at Nazareth: “Amen, I say to you, no prophet is accepted in his own native place.”

In today’s Gospel, Jesus is in his hometown talking to people in the synagogue who must have been made up of family, neighbors, and friends. They would have known Jesus well as the carpenter’s son, the son of Joseph and Mary. How could they be expected to accept Jesus as the Messiah? That is exactly who he claimed to be. In the same chapter as today’s reading, Luke tells us that Jesus unrolled the scroll in the synagogue to these words: “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring glad tidings to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim liberty to captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, and to proclaim a year acceptable to the Lord.” He then said, “Today this scripture passage is fulfilled in your hearing.” Among my family and neighbors and friends, how do I proclaim this good news, and is it accepted?

God, compared to the grandness of the Gospel, things that happen close to home seem mundane and no miracles ever seem to take place. Yet in the first reading, at Elisha’s bidding, Naaman washed in the Jordan seven times and his leprosy left him. His skin again became like the skin of a little child. Give me the grace today to see you amid the ordinary, among the mundane events of the day. Having been baptized and partaking of the sacraments, I can say as Jesus did: “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me.” I can choose to be an instrument of his healing—to bring hope to the poor, to free others, and to bring light to the darkness. How is it that through the risen Christ I become Christ to others in my own native place? And how can I open my eyes to others—those closest to me—who have been Christ bringing glad tidings? Help me take all of this in.

Lord, be with me today in my own native place. Send forth your Spirit, O Lord!

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

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