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Tuesday, April 28, 2026

A Kingdom Built on Broken People

Readings 042826 

The Kingdom of God is not built on the strong,
the polished,
or the self‑assured.
It is built on those whom the Shepherd calls.

In Antioch, the hand of the Lord rested upon ordinary people —
men and women with mixed stories, mixed wounds, mixed pasts —
and a great number turned to the Lord.
There, in that imperfect community,
the disciples were first called Christians.
Not because they were flawless,
but because they belonged to Christ.

Jesus speaks with a steady, searching honesty:
“My works testify to me… but you do not believe
because you are not among my sheep.”
The dividing line is not brilliance, heritage, or success.
It is simply this:
Do we hear the Shepherd’s voice,
and do we follow where He leads?

Yet over the centuries, the flock has wandered.
Some chased other voices,
some sought other pastures,
and now many flocks stand divided,
scattered,
and vulnerable.

But Christ never spoke of many churches
competing for truth or splintered into tribes.
He spoke of one flock under one Shepherd,
one Body, one Bride —
a living Church born from His pierced side
and sustained by His Spirit.

And who stands at the foundation of this Kingdom?
Not the perfect —
but the broken who turn to the Lord.
Not the powerful —
but the ones who hear His voice
and rise when He calls their name.

This is the miracle of the Gospel:
Humanity in all its frailty
becomes the very stones
with which Christ builds His Church.
A Kingdom rising from mercy,
held together by grace,
gathered by the Shepherd
who knows His sheep
and calls each one home.

Prayer

Lord Jesus, 

Shepherd of the broken,
gather us again into Your one flock.
Call our names until our hearts awaken.
Bind our wounds with the mercy of Your Cross.
Build Your Kingdom upon our humble lives.
Lead us home by the sound of Your voice.

Amen


Monday, April 27, 2026

One Flock Before My Eyes

 Readings 042726 

Yesterday at Mass,
I looked around the church
and saw the Kingdom of God
right in front of me.

There I stood —
a 65‑year‑old man
whose ancestry never fits neatly
into anyone’s old categories.

At the altar was our visiting priest,
a young African‑American man
in his thirties.

Our cantor lifted his voice
with the warm tones
shaped by a childhood in El Salvador.

Around me were faces
from Nigeria,
from Vietnam,
from the Philippines,
from every shade
and every story.

And I found myself asking:
Where is the Kingdom of God found?

It is found
right here —
in this gathering of nations,
in this family not built by bloodlines
but by baptism,
by grace,
by the call of Christ.

For the ministry of Jesus
is a blessing for all peoples.
The Church teaches it clearly:
the Kingdom is open to all,
the Church is sent to the whole human race,
and God desires every soul to be saved.

So the Lord asks us again:
Will you let Me be God,
even when I act outside your expectations?

Because Jesus envisions a Kingdom
bigger than tribe,
bigger than race,
bigger than history —
a Kingdom made of all
who hear His voice
and follow the one Shepherd
into one flock.

Prayer 

Lord Jesus,
gather us again into Your wide‑open Kingdom.
Let every face and every story
find a home beneath Your mercy.
Teach us to welcome as You welcome,
to love as You love,
and to follow You as one flock under one Shepherd.

Amen