Daily Gospel Reflection
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September 11, 2022
Tax collectors and sinners were all drawing near to listen to Jesus,
but the Pharisees and scribes began to complain, saying,
“This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”
So to them he addressed this parable.
“What man among you having a hundred sheep and losing one of them
would not leave the ninety-nine in the desert
and go after the lost one until he finds it?
And when he does find it,
he sets it on his shoulders with great joy
and, upon his arrival home,
he calls together his friends and neighbors and says to them,
‘Rejoice with me because I have found my lost sheep.’
I tell you, in just the same way
there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents
than over ninety-nine righteous people
who have no need of repentance.
“Or what woman having ten coins and losing one
would not light a lamp and sweep the house,
searching carefully until she finds it?
And when she does find it,
she calls together her friends and neighbors
and says to them,
‘Rejoice with me because I have found the coin that I lost.’
In just the same way, I tell you,
there will be rejoicing among the angels of God
over one sinner who repents.”
Then he said,
“A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father,
‘Father give me the share of your estate that should come to me.’
So the father divided the property between them.
After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings
and set off to a distant country
where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation.
When he had freely spent everything,
a severe famine struck that country,
and he found himself in dire need.
So he hired himself out to one of the local citizens
who sent him to his farm to tend the swine.
And he longed to eat his fill of the pods on which the swine fed,
but nobody gave him any.
Coming to his senses he thought,
‘How many of my father’s hired workers
have more than enough food to eat,
but here am I, dying from hunger.
I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him,
“Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.
I no longer deserve to be called your son;
treat me as you would treat one of your hired workers.”’
So he got up and went back to his father.
While he was still a long way off,
his father caught sight of him,
and was filled with compassion.
He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him.
His son said to him,
‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you;
I no longer deserve to be called your son.’
But his father ordered his servants,
‘Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him;
put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.
Take the fattened calf and slaughter it.
Then let us celebrate with a feast,
because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again;
he was lost, and has been found.’
Then the celebration began.
Now the older son had been out in the field
and, on his way back, as he neared the house,
he heard the sound of music and dancing.
He called one of the servants and asked what this might mean.
The servant said to him,
‘Your brother has returned
and your father has slaughtered the fattened calf
because he has him back safe and sound.’
He became angry,
and when he refused to enter the house,
his father came out and pleaded with him.
He said to his father in reply,
‘Look, all these years I served you
and not once did I disobey your orders;
yet you never gave me even a young goat to feast on with my friends. But when your son returns,
who swallowed up your property with prostitutes,
for him you slaughter the fattened calf.’
He said to him,
‘My son, you are here with me always;
everything I have is yours.
But now we must celebrate and rejoice,
because your brother was dead and has come to life again;
he was lost and has been found.’”
This past year, I have been learning to pray for the dead. Reflecting on today’s gospel reading, I was struck by a recurring image: the residents of heaven celebrating in response to the redemption of a sinner. They are having a party up there!
It’s been ten months since my heart was destroyed by a case of myocarditis (inflammation of the heart muscle). Over a few weeks, I went from a healthy, middle-aged man to a dying body on life support.
In December of 2021, I underwent a transplant operation to replace my dead heart; during the surgery, I suffered a stroke that affected the language center of my brain. Many months of rehabilitation of every kind followed.
I’m still here because someone donated her heart to me. I have no idea whether she was a sinner or a saint, but she was a person in need of redemption—just like all of us. Every night I lay in bed and pray for her soul.
I don’t know what a theologian would tell me about the utility or futility of this prayer, but I don’t care. I pray that she is basking in the warmth and light of God’s presence, which draws me closer to her and God.
Today we remember the almost 3000 people who died in the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. Before I knew my donor, I would have offered a prayer for peace between nations or for the families of those who died in the attack. But this year, I am sending my prayer up for the dead themselves.
I hope the rest of heaven is celebrating them today too. I imagine the citizens of the holy kingdom twenty-one years ago, when they pulled up their robes and ran joyfully to embrace these newcomers at heaven’s gate.
Let us say a prayer for the dead today—those who died on September 11 and those who have passed from our lives. Let us rejoice for them all.
Prayer
Loving God, you sent your Son as your gift of peace to the world and he remains in our hearts the peace that the world cannot give. As we remember and grieve the tragedies of September 11th, 2001, fill us with your Spirit so that we might bring your peace to a world in strife. Raise up in our memory our beloved departed who now rest in your embrace. Bless and shield from harm all those who serve and protect us. Give us courage to pursue justice for all and remind us that your harvest of righteousness is sown in peace. We ask this through Christ, our Lord. Amen.
Saint of the Day

St. John Gabriel Perboyre would never have considered becoming a priest until he accompanied a younger brother to the seminary and decided to stay, himself.
He was born to faithful farming parents in 1802, in the shadow of the French Revolution and its devastation of the Church. Five of the family’s eight children eventually entered religious life.
As an adolescent, John displayed no extraordinary signs of holiness, but that changed when, in 1816, his parents asked him to accompany his younger brother, Louis, to a seminary founded by their uncle that formed Vincentians, priests who followed the example of St. Vincent de Paul. His parents wanted John to make sure Louis settled in and acclimated to the new life; John discovered that the new life spoke to him as well, and he joined his brother as a seminarian.
John proved to be a bright student, and was promoted to positions of responsibility within his order after he was ordained in 1825. He had a clear desire to serve in the foreign missions, especially China, where Christians were suffering and encouraging the faith. But the Vincentians in France needed him, and he was in poor health, so his requests were denied.
Louis was chosen for the missions in China, but died during his voyage there. John immediately asked to take his place, and received permission to go. He arrived in Macao in 1835 to study the Chinese language, and proceeded to Ho-Nan and Hubei regions to serve the poor there. He helped his order rescue and care for abandoned children—he taught them through stories he told in his broken Chinese.
In 1839, the provincial governor instituted a violent persecution of Christian priests and catechists, and the missionaries in Hubei went into hiding. John was betrayed, arrested, and questioned—authorities wanted him to trample a crucifix and reveal where the other missionaries were hiding. He refused and was tortured horribly, being branded on the face and cut deeply to his bones. On this date in 1840, after a year of captivity and torture, he was strangled on a cross with seven other common criminals.
As a result of his martyrdom, the British government negotiated a clause in the 1842 Treaty of Nanking that required any apprehended missionary to be handed over to the custody of his nation’s diplomatic representatives. John was canonized a saint in 1996.
St. John Gabriel Perboyre, you followed your passion to spread the Gospel and died with faith—pray for us!