What of the World

Day's Saints
Amor of Aquitane, Hermit
Benedicta of Origny-sur-Oise, Martyr

Gospel Mt 21:33-43
Jesus said to the chief priests and the elders of the people:
"Hear another parable.
There was a landowner who planted a vineyard,
put a hedge around it, dug a wine press in it, and built a tower.
Then he leased it to tenants and went on a journey.
When vintage time drew near,
he sent his servants to the tenants to obtain his produce.
But the tenants seized the servants and one they beat,
another they killed, and a third they stoned.
Again he sent other servants, more numerous than the first ones,
but they treated them in the same way.
Finally, he sent his son to them, thinking,
'They will respect my son.'
But when the tenants saw the son, they said to one another,
'This is the heir.
Come, let us kill him and acquire his inheritance.'
They seized him, threw him out of the vineyard, and killed him.
What will the owner of the vineyard do to those tenants when he comes?"
They answered him,
"He will put those wretched men to a wretched death
and lease his vineyard to other tenants
who will give him the produce at the proper times."
Jesus said to them, "Did you never read in the Scriptures:
The stone that the builders rejected
has become the cornerstone;
by the Lord has this been done,
and it is wonderful in our eyes?
Therefore, I say to you,
the kingdom of God will be taken away from you
and given to a people that will produce its fruit."

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What can love ask of us?

What of our world? I read Isaiah, and I am taken aback, when I compare his words with our reality, and wonder what will happen next. If I turn again to Scripture, I see the Lord telling us to cherish HIm within and we will live in His Kingdom until He changes everything, and the sword will become unknown, and the love of God be all our reality, forever.

You have never known what He plans to do because so few have persevered in penance and sacrifice to unleash the tide of grace to come.

In the lives of the saints, we come upon Saint Benedicta, killed by beheading by her own father.

How insensate and lacking wisdom was the father's mind, killing his own daughter. Yet what else had he done? Nothing is disclosed of what he did, but it must have been unimaginable. But the Kingdom of God will be equally unimaginable, the saints living in inexpressible joy, daring not speak His Name for fear of death, yet transcending mortality like Jesus Himself.

What God builds, He builds to succeed and to last, not like mere humans who one moment decree the death of God's children, and in the next breath proclaim gods that are only murderers.

What is false cannot last, and will fade away, but the blood of those murdered by madmen will cry out praise of God forever, while the evil is forgotten in its buried rage.