Greetings on this the Memorial of Saint Boniface, Bishop and Martyr
Readings: Tb 1:3; 2:1a-8; Ps 112:1b-2, 3b-4, 5-6; Mk 12:1-12
Notes: We take a delightful reading sequence through the book of Tobit. I find great solace in that book, a story of love in action from end to end.
The first treasure of the book we have today and matches wonderfully with the Saint of the Day, Boniface, Bishop and Martyr.
A man whos home is a House of Prayer leads a life of spiritual courage.
God forbid we err so badly as to reject the corner stone!
How did they reject the stone?
- By not listening to the Prophets and ultimately by killing them.
- By ignoring the commandments.
- By leading with greed and self-interest, lacking care for the people.
- By rejecting God, himself.
Be a House of Prayer.
- Read sacred scripture.
- Follow the commandments.
- Listen to your Pope.
- And your spiritual courage exceeds your wildest dreams.
Tobit was about to dine in celebration of Pentecost (The Feast of Weeks).
A murdered person lying in the street, he immediately recovered the body and then ate his dinner in mourning. The next day he buried the poor man, to the mockery of the people who know his action could bring certain death for him.
Franciscan Media: https://www.franciscanmedia.org/saint-of-the-day/saint-boniface/
Boniface bears out the Christian rule: To follow Christ is to follow the way of the cross. For Boniface, it was not only physical suffering or death, but the painful, thankless, bewildering task of Church reform. Missionary glory is often thought of in terms of bringing new persons to Christ. It seems—but is not—less glorious to heal the household of the faith.
On our festival of Pentecost, the feast of Weeks, a fine dinner was prepared for me, and I reclined to eat.
“Father, one of our people has been murdered! His body lies in the market place where he was just strangled!” I sprang to my feet, leaving the dinner untouched; and I carried the dead man from the street and put him in one of the rooms, so that I might bury him after sunset. Returning to my own quarters, I washed myself and ate my food in sorrow.
And I wept.
Then at sunset I went out, dug a grave, and buried him.
The neighbors mocked me, saying to one another: “He is still not afraid! Once before he was hunted down for execution because of this very thing; yet now that he has scarcely escaped, here he is again burying the dead!”
Blessed the man who fears the Lord.
Blessed the man who fears the LORD, who greatly delights in his commands. His posterity shall be mighty upon the earth; the upright generation shall be blessed.
Jesus Christ, you are the faithful witness, the firstborn of the dead; you have loved us and freed us from our sins by your Blood.
Have you not read this Scripture passage:
The stone that the builders rejected
has become the cornerstone;
by the Lord has this been done,
and it is wonderful in our eyes?”
They were seeking to arrest him, but they feared the crowd,
for they realized that he had addressed the parable to them.
So they left him and went away.
Peace be with you,