Saturday, April 18, 2026

Easter 3


“Breaking bread” is one of those biblical phrases,
like “putting words in someone’s mouth”
or “going the extra mile,”
that has woven its way 
into the English language
and is often used 
without any awareness of its source.
It originates in our Gospel reading for today—
“he was made known to them 
in the breaking of bread”—
and recurs in the book of Acts
as the name for the sacred meal
that we today call the Eucharist or Mass.

In our culture, even those 
with no knowledge of the Bible 
use this phrase to speak 
of a particular kind of eating.
No one speaks of “breaking bread”
when eating alone,
for the phrase suggests shared food.
And we tend to use it for 
particularly significant and meaningful 
instances of eating together:
perhaps a meal in which you bond with a new friend,
perhaps a meal at which you reunite or reconcile
with someone you have not seen in a long time 
or with from whom you’ve been estranged.
To break bread is to find a unity 
in the midst of brokenness and separation,
a meal of intimacy and companionship.
Hidden in this phrase “breaking bread”
are the Gospel values of generosity and justice,
of mercy and reconciliation,
and above all of solidarity and sacrifice.

But when a phrase like “breaking bread,”
and the notions of solidarity and sacrifice
that it enshrines,
are cut off from their Christian roots,
they can become only distant echoes
of the true promise of the Gospel,
echoes that might be misheard 
or, even worse, manipulated.
Separated from the story of salvation—
the story that Jesus unfolds
for the confused disciples
on the road to Emmaus—
the solidarity and sacrifice of broken bread 
might come to mean something quite different, 
and even opposed,
to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. 
Christian notions of solidarity and sacrifice
can be used to bless and sanctify 
other sorts of costly human undertakings
that do indeed unite people 
but which are at odds 
with the bread of peace
that Jesus breaks with his disciples.

The writer Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,
best known for the classic book The Little Prince
was an aviator who lost his life
in the Second World War.
Reflecting on the way in which 
armed conflict can give meaning and unity 
to those who fight on the same side,
he wrote, “Men can, of course,
be stirred into life 
by being dressed up in uniforms 
and made to blare out chants of war. 
It must be confessed that this 
is one way for men 
to break bread with comrades 
and to find what they are seeking, 
which is a sense of something universal, 
of self-fulfillment. 
But of this bread men die” (A Sense of Life).
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry knew firsthand
how easily one might mistake
the feeling of solidarity attained in warfare
for the unity of God’s kingdom,
the sacrifice made to the nation
for a sacrifice made to God,
breaking the bread of death
for breaking the bread of life.

Unless you’ve been living 
in a remote monastery 
or in an underground bunker
(both of which might seem
like sensible life choices these days),
you are no doubt aware 
of the furor that has been stirred up
by Pope Leo’s remarks concerning peace,
in particular his questioning of
the justification of the war in Iran
and his statements that 
“God does not bless any conflict.
Anyone who is a disciple of Christ, 
the Prince of Peace, 
is never on the side of those 
who once wielded the sword 
and today drop bombs.” 

The ensuing furor has included 
the U.S. President taking to social media
to criticize the Pope as “weak on crime,”
to claim that Leo supports a nuclear-armed Iran,
and to take credit for Leo’s election as Pope,
as well as the Vice-President cautioning the Pope,
“If you're going to opine on matters of theology, 
you’ve got to be careful.”
Speaking for myself,
I have no idea what to make 
of the President’s remarks
(except to say that they are false),
and while I certainly agree 
that one ought to be careful 
when opining on theology,
I hardly think the Pope needs 
to be reminded of this
by the Vice President.

The general reaction 
of the Pope’s critics has been
that he ought to stay in his lane
and not meddle in politics.
But I think this criticism betrays 
a profound misunderstanding 
both of the nature of politics 
and of the role of the papacy.

Politics is not some 
amoral sphere of statecraft
where the will of the majority
(much less the will of the executive)
determines right or wrong,
good or evil.
From the right to life 
to the economy
to foreign policy,
our politics must be subjected
to moral evaluation and judgment.

And the role of the Pope 
is to aid us in making that moral judgment.
The role of the Pope
is the role we see Peter exercising
in the book of Acts:
to bear witness to the risen Jesus,
who is the king who lays claim
not to some small sliver of our lives
but to the whole of life,
to matters of wealth and poverty,
of peace and war,
good and evil,
life and death.
The role of the Pope 
is to ensure that the Word of God
is not a series of faint cultural echoes
that sanctify the schemes of men
but the two-edged sword that penetrates
“even between soul and spirit, 
joints and marrow…
able to discern reflections 
and thoughts of the heart.”
The role of the Pope 
is to help us see the difference 
between breaking the bread of death
and breaking the bread of life.

Pope Leo is not telling us
that we cannot be good Catholics
and good Americans at the same time.
But he may well be telling us
that being a good Catholic
might have to redefine
what it means to be a good American.
He is telling us that 
if we break bread with Jesus
so that our eyes are opened 
to his presence with us on the way,
we might have to walk that road differently
than we did before.
As Leo’s predecessor of blessed memory,
Pope Francis, put it:
“we who share this Bread 
of unity and of peace 
are called to love every face; 
to mend every tear; 
to be, always and everywhere, 
builders of peace.” 

So let us pray for our Pope Leo,
let us pray for our President and nation,
and let us pray that God,
the compassionate,
the merciful, 
might have mercy on us all.

Thursday, April 2, 2026

Holy Thursday


Most of us like our religion clear and orderly.
We seek clear answers to our questions
and orderly practices 
that give structure to our lives.
But as we embark upon 
these most holy days of the Christian year
our Scriptures point us toward
a region of human experience
that is mysterious and messy,
a wilderness in which we lose our bearings
and must trust the Lord himself to lead us.

Our first reading 
places us in the midst 
of an undeniably mysterious and messy
element of human religion:
the offering of sacrifice.
An animal slain: 
its innocent life given as an offering 
to the power that has given life to us,
bearing away the sins of the guilty;
a lamb’s spilled blood 
daubed on doorposts
as a protecting sign 
that keeps at bay
the destructive blow that falls
upon the first born of the land.
This is a mystery the Israelites 
are called to enact and remember,
not a puzzle that they 
are expected to explain.
Indeed, if we try to explain it 
we will tie ourselves into fruitless 
and probably blasphemous knots
as we seek to make 
the messy mystery 
of God’s justice and mercy
fit into our human categories.

Saint Paul raises the stakes 
on mystery and messiness,
as he recounts Jesus’s words and deeds 
at the Last Supper,
for now we begin to see 
that the life-saving lamb is Jesus himself;
the blood that will seal the saving covenant
and provide shelter from the power of death
is the blood that Jesus himself 
will shed on Calvary;
the lamb we are to consume 
is his true flesh and true blood.
His disciples are not called
to puzzle out how this could be,
to explain how this man 
is the true lamb who bears away our sins,
to grasp how the horror of the cross
is somehow the true Tree of Life.
They are simply called, 
like the ancient Israelites,
to “do this in remembrance of me”:
to enact and remember 
this mystery of salvation
that has been handed on to them.

Our Gospel presents us with what might be 
the most mysterious and messy thing of all:
the Lord of the universe,
who holds in his hands 
our life and our death,
to whom we offer sacrifice 
for forgiveness and protection,
strips off his garment of glory
and stoops to wash 
the filthy feet of his followers.
This too is not some puzzle 
they are expected to untangle
so that it yields a clear moral lesson
about how to be of service to others.
Jesus tells them: “What I am doing, 
you do not understand now.”
Light will only begin to dawn
once he has loved them to the end,
through the cross and into resurrection.
Only then will they be able to glimpse the truth
that this is the mystery of God made human,
of the creator become a creature,
of glory emptied into humility
in an intimacy that disturbs and transforms,
a mystery that they can never explain,
but are called to remember and enact:
“as I have done for you, 
you should also do.”

We hear these words of Scripture 
calling us forward, 
out of our religion 
of clear answers 
and orderly practices
and into the wilderness 
of mess and mystery, 
where God will purify his people
of their idolatrous desire 
for a God they can control.
God commands the Israelites at Passover:
“You shall eat like those who are in flight.”
You cannot eat this in a place 
where you are enslaved to your desire
for clarity and order.
And this is no less true of the Eucharist
that Jesus institutes on this night.
This is not a meal at which you settle in,
but food hastily grabbed 
as you flee toward freedom
in a future that you cannot see. 

It is perhaps fitting that we conclude tonight’s Mass,
in which we eat like whose who are in flight,
with a procession through the streets of Baltimore
to repose the sacrament at Corpus Christi.
It will be a mysterious and messy journey:
some will straggle and some will surge ahead,
some passersby will stare 
and wonder what we’re up to; 
some may think that we 
are simply wayward pedestrians 
with no idea of where we are going.
And they won’t be entirely wrong.
Because we wandering walkers
don’t really know our destination,
for it is glory beyond our imagining.
But we do know Jesus,
and in knowing him we know the way,
for he will lead us on this journey,
this mysterious and messy journey of our life.

To follow Jesus is to take 
what the novelist Graham Greene called 
“a short cut to the dark 
and magical heart of faith—
to the night when the graves opened 
and the dead walked.” 
It is a journey out of clarity and order;
a journey in which we remember and enact 
lambs slain and feet washed,
bloody sacrifice and disturbing intimacy,
glory cast aside and glory taken up again.
It is a journey mysterious and messy 
and it is really the only journey worth taking.
So let us follow him where he may lead,
even into the wilderness,
even to the cross.
And may God in his mercy
have mercy on us all.