Sunday, October 4, 2026

Twenty-seventh Sunday in Ordinary Time

Matthew 21:33-43

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First reading

Isaiah 5:1-7

Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill. He dug it up, gathered out its stones, planted it with the choicest vine, built a tower in the middle of it, and also cut out a wine press therein. He looked for it to yield grapes, but it yielded wild grapes. “Now, inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah, please judge between me and my vineyard. What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it? Why, when I looked for it to yield grapes, did it yield wild grapes? Now I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard. I will take away its hedge, and it will be eaten up. I will break down its wall, and it will be trampled down. I will lay it a wasteland. It won’t be pruned nor hoed, but it will grow briers and thorns. I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain on it.” For the vineyard of the Lord of Hosts is the house of Israel, and the men of Judah his pleasant plant: and he looked for justice, but, behold, oppression; for righteousness, but, behold, a cry of distress.

Responsorial psalm

Psalms 80:8,11,12-13,14-15,18-19

You brought a vine out of Egypt. You drove out the nations, and planted it. It sent out its branches to the sea, Its shoots to the River. Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it? The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it. Turn again, we beg you, God of Armies. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine, the stock which your right hand planted, the branch that you made strong for yourself. So we will not turn away from you. Revive us, and we will call on your name. Turn us again, the Lord God of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.

Second reading

Philippians 4:6-9

In nothing be anxious, but in everything, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your thoughts in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever things are true, whatever things are honorable, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report; if there is any virtue, and if there is any praise, think about these things. The things which you learned, received, heard, and saw in me: do these things, and the God of peace will be with you.

Gospel

Matthew 21:33-43

“Hear another parable. There was a man who was a master of a household, who planted a vineyard, set a hedge about it, dug a wine press in it, built a tower, leased it out to farmers, and went into another country. When the season for the fruit came near, he sent his servants to the farmers, to receive his fruit. The farmers took his servants, beat one, killed another, and stoned another. Again, he sent other servants more than the first: and they treated them the same way. But afterward he sent to them his son, saying, ‘They will respect my son.’ But the farmers, when they saw the son, said among themselves, ‘This is the heir. Come, let’s kill him, and seize his inheritance.’ So they took him, and threw him out of the vineyard, and killed him. When therefore the lord of the vineyard comes, what will he do to those farmers?” They told him, “He will miserably destroy those miserable men, and will lease out the vineyard to other farmers, who will give him the fruit in its season.” Jesus said to them, “Did you never read in the Scriptures, ‘The stone which the builders rejected, the same was made the head of the corner. This was from the Lord. It is marvelous in our eyes?’ “Therefore I tell you, God’s Kingdom will be taken away from you, and will be given to a nation producing its fruit.

Lectio

The vineyard runs like a deep root through today's readings. In Isaiah, God sings almost tenderly about the vineyard He has tended — the digging, the clearing of stones, the tower built for watching, the wine press hewn in hope of a good harvest. There is nothing more He could have done. And yet the grapes come out wild and bitter. The heartbreak in this song is not the heartbreak of a landlord cheated of profit; it is the ache of a lover who has poured everything into something that does not give back. When Jesus takes up the same image in the Gospel, the ache sharpens into betrayal: the tenants would rather kill the son than surrender the fruit. What the owner asks for is not much — only that the vineyard become what it was made to become.

It is worth sitting with the fact that God does all the labor here. He plants, He clears, He builds, He protects. Our part is astonishingly small: to yield fruit, to hand back a portion of what was never ours to begin with. The tragedy in both parables is not weakness or failure but a kind of possessiveness — the refusal to let go of what we have received as if we had earned it, as if grace could be seized and kept. The rejected stone becomes the cornerstone precisely because God's love is not defeated by our clutching; it simply builds elsewhere, from what we threw away.

And here Paul offers the medicine for the anxious, grasping heart. "In nothing be anxious." So much of our fruitlessness comes from fear — the fear that if we surrender the harvest, nothing will be left for us. But the peace of God, Paul says, guards the heart that hands its requests over with thanksgiving. Gratitude is the posture of a good tenant, one who remembers that the vineyard was a gift before it was ever a responsibility.

Where in your life right now are you clutching something as "mine" that was in fact given to you — a role, a relationship, a plan — and refusing to hand back the fruit God is quietly asking for?

What is the one worry you have been carrying instead of praying, and what would it cost you today to actually name it to God with thanksgiving rather than turning it over in your mind alone?

Saint of the day

St. Francis of Assisi, Founder (1182-1226)

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