Daily Gospel Reflection
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August 11, 2020
The disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”
He called a child, whom he put among them, and said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.
“Take care that you do not despise one of these little ones; for, I tell you, in heaven their angels continually see the face of my Father in heaven.
“What is your opinion? If a shepherd has a hundred sheep, and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine on the mountains and go in search of the one that went astray? And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine that never went astray. So it is not the will of your Father in heaven that one of these little ones should be lost.”
“Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.”
This proclamation of the kingdom of heaven can seem a little backwards in a society constantly trying to climb up a social ladder to became the “greatest,” the best, or the most powerful. But when Jesus points towards the child, “these little ones,” as the greatest, He doesn’t just mean the toddler passing by. Children are inherently dependent on others and often powerless. If we expand our image of a child past age limits, we find the hungry, the thirsty, the stranger, the naked, sick, and imprisoned, the poorest of the poor.
During my summer volunteering with Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity sisters in Calcutta, I was taught the “five-finger Gospel.” Humbly sticking up her hand and counting on each finger, as a child does, the sister would simply say, “You. Did. It. To. Me.” before walking away. And that was enough. The patients I served at Kalighat, the children I danced with every morning, the slum children who taught me Bengali—they were all Jesus.
Though I was the volunteer assigned to work at a home for mentally and physically “disabled” girls, I quickly found that the girls would teach me much more than I could offer. When I taught them about fruits and vegetables, they taught me how to radiate Christ’s perfect love with nothing more than a smile. When I taught them nursery rhymes, they taught me how to live a life of pure joy.
So as Mother Teresa’s sisters continue to carry Jesus into the holes of the poor throughout the slums of Calcutta, let us also practice this “five-finger Gospel” in our own lives. And let us become like children, recognizing our own nothingness and need for complete surrender to the Lord.
Prayer
Loving God—the shepherd who seeks us always. In your kingdom where the last are first and the first are last, may humility flow like a river to remove the pride that keeps us from being your children. May we trust in you alone. Grant this in the name of Christ our Lord and Brother. Amen.
Saint of the Day
St. Clare was the most fervent follower of the great reformer, St. Francis of Assisi. She used this great zeal to establish the Franciscan Second Order religious community for women—the Poor Clares, who carry her name in honor of their foundress.
She was born in 1193 in Assisi. Clare came from a noble family—she was well-spoken and graceful. When she was 18 years old, Francis came to her church to preach during Lent. His words kindled a fire in her to follow his example of radical faithfulness to the Gospel.
She sought him out secretly for direction, and he encouraged her desire to leave all things for Christ. On Palm Sunday in 1212, she ran away from home and joined the small band of men who were gathering around St. Francis. They welcomed her at the door to their chapel, where St. Francis gave her a rough tunic made of sackcloth and cut off her hair as a sign of renunciation of the world.
Francis placed Clare with a nearby community of Benedictine sisters. When her family learned of her decision, they came to retrieve her. She stood steadfast and went to the chapel altar and grabbed hold of it. The story goes that they tried to physically remove her, but she clung so fast that they only succeeded in pulling off her clothes.
When her sister, Agnes, joined her, Francis placed the siblings in a small shelter next to the church where he was living, and appointed Clare the superior. Others came to share in their life, including Clare’s mother eventually, and Clare established monasteries for the growing community throughout Italy and Germany. They are known today as the Poor Clares.
Clare adopted Francis’ love of poverty and humility, and her community followed her example. They wore nothing on their feet, slept on the ground, fasted from meat, and observed the discipline of silence as much as possible.
Clare was known to go even further in her mortifications—she wore a hairshirt and intensified her fasting by eating only bread and water during Lent, and some days ate nothing at all. Over time, with encouragement from Francis, she learned discretion and balance in her disciplines, and urged the same of those who followed her.
Clare led her community for 40 years as the superior, but she sought the most menial tasks. When her sisters returned from begging for sustenance, she washed and kissed their feet. She served at table during meals, and helped the sick. She stayed up late in prayer, and when others had gone to sleep, she would check on them and tuck them in if their blankets had come loose.
People noticed extraordinary holiness in Clare—they saw her face shining brightly after she had spent time in prayer. Her intercession is credited with saving Assisi during several military campaigns.
She spent the last 27 years of her life suffering from illness, and when she was frequently confined to bed, she would sew fine linens for altars in the churches of Assisi. She had a special devotion to the Blessed Sacrament.
Her illness took a life-threatening turn in 1253. When it was clear that she would not recover, her community gathered around her, weeping. She told them, “Go forth without fear, for God who created you has sanctified you, has always protected you, and loves you as a mother. Blessed be you, O God, for having created me.”
She died on this date, and her relics rest in the reliquary chapel in the Basilica, where she is also depicted in stained glass. The chapel in Pasquerilla West is named after her, and her image appears there as well.
St. Clare, you followed St. Francis’ radical faithfulness to the Gospel and led other women to do the same—pray for us!