Thursday, June 25, 2026

Thursday of the Twelfth week in Ordinary Time

Matthew 7:21-29

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First reading

2 Kings 24:8-17

Jehoiachin was eighteen years old when he began to reign, and he reigned in Jerusalem three months. His mother’s name was Nehushta the daughter of Elnathan of Jerusalem. He did that which was evil in the Lord’s sight, according to all that his father had done. At that time the servants of Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon came up to Jerusalem, and the city was besieged. Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon came to the city while his servants were besieging it, and Jehoiachin the king of Judah went out to the king of Babylon, he, and his mother, and his servants, and his princes, and his officers; and the king of Babylon captured him in the eighth year of his reign. He carried out from there all the treasures of the Lord’s house, and the treasures of the king’s house, and cut in pieces all the vessels of gold, which Solomon king of Israel had made in the Lord’s temple, as the Lord had said. He carried away all Jerusalem, and all the princes, and all the mighty men of valor, even ten thousand captives, and all the craftsmen and the smiths. No one remained, except the poorest people of the land. He carried away Jehoiachin to Babylon, with the king’s mother, the king’s wives, his officers, and the chief men of the land. He carried them into captivity from Jerusalem to Babylon. All the men of might, even seven thousand, and the craftsmen and the smiths one thousand, all of them strong and fit for war, even them the king of Babylon brought captive to Babylon. The king of Babylon made Mattaniah, Jehoiachin’s father’s brother, king in his place, and changed his name to Zedekiah.

Responsorial psalm

Psalms 79:1-2,3-5,8,9

God, the nations have come into your inheritance. They have defiled your holy temple. They have laid Jerusalem in heaps. They have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your saints to the animals of the earth. Their blood they have shed like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them. We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and derision to those who are around us. How long, the Lord? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire? Don’t hold the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your tender mercies speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need. Help us, God of our salvation, for the glory of your name. Deliver us, and forgive our sins, for your name’s sake.

Gospel

Matthew 7:21-29

Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter into the Kingdom of Heaven; but he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will tell me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, didn’t we prophesy in your name, in your name cast out demons, and in your name do many mighty works?’ Then I will tell them, ‘I never knew you. Depart from me, you who work iniquity.’ “Everyone therefore who hears these words of mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man, who built his house on a rock. The rain came down, the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat on that house; and it didn’t fall, for it was founded on the rock. Everyone who hears these words of mine, and doesn’t do them will be like a foolish man, who built his house on the sand. The rain came down, the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat on that house; and it fell—and great was its fall.” When Jesus had finished saying these things, the multitudes were astonished at his teaching, for he taught them with authority, and not like the scribes.

Lectio

There is something sobering about watching Jerusalem fall. The temple Solomon built, the gold vessels fashioned for worship, the strong men and the skilled craftsmen — all of it carried off, cut to pieces, emptied out. What had seemed permanent proved to be sand beneath the floodwaters. And the chronicler offers a quiet diagnosis: Jehoiachin "did that which was evil," as his father had done before him. The house had been built on something other than the rock, and so when the rains came down, great was its fall.

The Gospel turns this same gaze upon us, but tenderly. Jesus does not warn against the obviously wicked; he warns against those who say "Lord, Lord," who prophesy and cast out demons in his name. It is possible to be busy with holy things and still be building on sand. The difference between the wise and the foolish builder is not eloquence or even religious activity — it is whether we *do* the will of the Father. The storm does not care how impressive the house looked on a clear day. It only finds out what we were truly resting upon.

And yet the psalm keeps us from despair. Even amid the ruins, with the temple defiled and no one left to bury the dead, Israel does not stop crying out: "Help us, God of our salvation." The collapse is not the final word. The God who lets the false foundations be exposed is also the God whose tender mercies "speedily meet us" when we are in desperate need. Sometimes what feels like loss is mercy clearing the ground so that a truer house can be built.

Where in your life have you been content to say "Lord, Lord" — going through the familiar motions of faith — while quietly avoiding the one thing God is actually asking you to *do*? When something you trusted in has crumbled, like Jerusalem's gold and walls, did you let the ruin drive you to cry out "Help us, God of our salvation," or did you try to rebuild on the same sand?

Saint of the day

St. William of Vercelli (of Monte-Vergine), Abbot († 1142)

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