
Sharing the Word for June 3, 2022
Today’s Gospel reading is about forgiveness and friendship. We see Jesus giving Peter a chance to make up for his earlier betrayal. When Jesus says, “Follow me,” Peter knows he has been forgiven.
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Today’s Gospel reading is about forgiveness and friendship. We see Jesus giving Peter a chance to make up for his earlier betrayal. When Jesus says, “Follow me,” Peter knows he has been forgiven.

We know very little about these two martyrs, but Saints Marcellinus and Peter are mentioned in the First Eucharistic Prayer of the Roman liturgy. They made the ultimate sacrifice for the faith and are remembered by the faithful for that reason.

Jesus looks on his disciples–present and future–as the Father’s gift to him. They are precious to the Father and precious to the Son.

God planted a little bit of God inside of us—and all things.

An Auschwitz prisoner had escaped, and the Nazi authorities decided that 10 other men would be starved to death in exchange. When one of the 10 selected cried out for his wife and children, Father Maximilian Kolbe volunteered to take his place.

This week we celebrate Pentecost Sunday. In the Gospel, Jesus appears to the disciples and they receive the Holy Spirit.

Saint Justin Martyr was the first recognized philosopher of the Christian era. Converted to Christianity, he continued his love of philosophy and used it to defend the faith.

The dramatic story of the descent of the Holy Spirit tells us how the Holy Spirit can break down walls we may put up between peoples, races, and cultures. What we see as obstacles, the Spirit can use to create a new unity.

Discipleship is not easy. It involves sharing the joy of Jesus and the Father, but also includes being the object of the world’s hatred.

Luke’s Gospel tells us Elizabeth, the mother of John the Baptist, was barren for many years. I can picture Elizabeth averting her gaze and hastening past the crowd outside the gates as the years got long and the hope faded. I can understand how she might have grown weary of the journey—tired of the eyes that watched her and wondered what she could possibly be hoping for, tired of the whispered questions and growing assumptions. I know that tiredness. But I know too that, in that silence, there is a hope that even if God has not answered us the way we wished, he is still good.