Thursday, July 9, 2026
Thursday of the Fourteenth week in Ordinary Time
Matthew 10:7-15
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First reading
Hosea 11:1-4,8-9
“When Israel was a child, then I loved him, and called my son out of Egypt. They called to them, so they went from them. They sacrificed to the Baals, and burned incense to engraved images. Yet I taught Ephraim to walk. I took them by his arms; but they didn’t know that I healed them. I drew them with cords of a man, with ties of love; and I was to them like those who lift up the yoke on their necks; and I bent down to him and I fed him. “How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I make you like Zeboiim? My heart is turned within me, my compassion is aroused. I will not execute the fierceness of my anger. I will not return to destroy Ephraim: for I am God, and not man; the Holy One among you; and I will not come in wrath.
Responsorial psalm
Psalms 80:1,2,14-15
Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh, stir up your might! Come to save us! Turn us again, God. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved. the stock which your right hand planted, the branch that you made strong for yourself. It’s burned with fire. It’s cut down. They perish at your rebuke.
Gospel
Matthew 10:7-15
As you go, preach, saying, ‘The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand!’ Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, and cast out demons. Freely you received, so freely give. Don’t take any gold, silver, or brass in your money belts. Take no bag for your journey, neither two coats, nor shoes, nor staff: for the laborer is worthy of his food. Into whatever city or village you enter, find out who in it is worthy; and stay there until you go on. As you enter into the household, greet it. If the household is worthy, let your peace come on it, but if it isn’t worthy, let your peace return to you. Whoever doesn’t receive you, nor hear your words, as you go out of that house or that city, shake the dust off your feet. Most certainly I tell you, it will be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment than for that city.
Lectio
There is a tenderness in Hosea that almost breaks the frame of what we expect God to be. Here is the Holy One bending down like a parent to lift a child to His cheek, teaching small feet how to walk, drawing His wayward people not with chains but "with cords of a man, with ties of love." And then comes the astonishing reversal: "My heart is turned within me." God Himself wavers — not in fidelity, but in the way love wavers when it refuses to give up on the beloved. "For I am God, and not man." His holiness is not the holiness of distance and judgment we so often imagine; it is the holiness of a love that will not let go even when every reason says it should.
This is the love we have first received, and the Gospel today turns that gift outward: "Freely you received, freely give." Jesus sends the disciples with empty hands — no gold, no spare tunic, no staff to lean on — precisely because the gift they carry is not theirs to hoard or sell. They are to be like Hosea's God: bending to heal, offering peace, refusing to coerce. The instruction to shake the dust from their feet is not bitterness but freedom; we are responsible for offering the gift, not for forcing it to be received. Love that has been freely given can only ever be freely offered again.
So the whole day asks us to stand in that current of grace — to remember that before we ever served or sacrificed anything, we were the child being taught to walk, healed without even knowing it.
Where in your life have you been quietly healed by God without realizing it, the way Ephraim "didn't know that I healed them" — and have you ever stopped to thank Him for it?
Is there a relationship right now where you are holding on too tightly, trying to force someone to receive what you offer, when love might ask you instead to offer your peace freely and then, gently, let it return to you?
Saint of the day
Sts. Agostino Zhao Rong and Companions, Martyrs († 1815)
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