The Memorial of Saint Jane Frances de Chantal
Then he cried in my ears with a loud voice, saying, "Cause those who are in charge of the city to draw near, each man with his destroying weapon in his hand." Behold, six men came from the way of the upper gate, which lies toward the north, every man with his slaughter weapon in his hand. One man in the middle of them was clothed in linen, with a writer's inkhorn by his side. They went in, and stood beside the bronze altar.
The glory of the God of Israel went up from the cherub, whereupon it was, to the threshold of the house; and he called to the man clothed in linen, who had the writer's inkhorn by his side. The Lord said to him, "Go through the middle of the city, through the middle of Jerusalem, and set a mark on the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry over all the abominations that are done within it."
To the others he said in my hearing, "Go through the city after him, and strike. Don't let your eye spare, neither have pity. Kill utterly the old man, the young man, the virgin, little children and women; but don't come near any man on whom is the mark. Begin at my sanctuary."
Then they began at the old men who were before the house.
He said to them, "Defile the house, and fill the courts with the slain. Go out!"
They went out, and struck in the city.
The Lord's glory went out from over the threshold of the house and stood over the cherubim. The cherubim lifted up their wings and mounted up from the earth in my sight when they went out, with the wheels beside them. Then they stood at the door of the east gate of the Lord's house; and the glory of the God of Israel was over them above.
This is the living creature that I saw under the God of Israel by the river Chebar; and I knew that they were cherubim. Every one had four faces, and every one four wings. The likeness of the hands of a man was under their wings. As for the likeness of their faces, they were the faces which I saw by the river Chebar, their appearances and themselves. They each went straight forward.
Praise the Lord! Praise, you servants of the Lord, Praise the Lord's name. Blessed be the Lord's name, From this time forward and forever more.
From the rising of the sun to its going down, The Lord's name is to be praised. The Lord is high above all nations, His glory above the heavens.
Who is like the Lord, our God, Who has his seat on high, Who stoops down to see in heaven and in the earth?
"If your brother sins against you, go, show him his fault between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you have gained back your brother. But if he doesn't listen, take one or two more with you, that at the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established. If he refuses to listen to them, tell it to the assembly. If he refuses to hear the assembly also, let him be to you as a Gentile or a tax collector. Most certainly I tell you, whatever things you bind on earth will have been bound in heaven, and whatever things you release on earth will have been released in heaven. Again, assuredly I tell you, that if two of you will agree on earth concerning anything that they will ask, it will be done for them by my Father who is in heaven. For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there I am in the middle of them."
We celebrate today the memorial of Saint Jane Frances de Chantal, a 17th-century French widow and founder of the Visitation Order, who showed us that holiness isn't reserved for those without wounds — it's forged right in the middle of them.
The readings today hold a real tension. Ezekiel's vision is unsettling: a city under judgment, destruction moving through Jerusalem, and yet — this mark. This small, quiet mark placed on the foreheads of those who *sigh and cry* over the evil around them. Notice how the ones spared aren't the most powerful or the most prominent. They're the ones who still feel the weight of things gone wrong. They haven't gone numb. Their grief itself is a kind of faithfulness.
That's worth sitting with on an ordinary day. The world can wear us down into a kind of moral exhaustion where we stop noticing, stop caring, stop sighing. The passage invites us to ask: are we still paying attention? Does the suffering around us still move us?
Then the Gospel shifts us from interior feeling to exterior action. Jesus gives us something concrete and almost uncomfortable: a process for confronting one another in love. Go privately first. Then bring witnesses. Then the community. What becomes clear is that Jesus isn't handing us a rulebook — he's handing us a *relationship* map. The whole point is restoration, not punishment. "You have gained back your brother." That phrase carries everything.
Jane Frances de Chantal knew both sides of this. She bore real loss, real conflict, and real community. She built something lasting not by avoiding difficulty, but by moving through it with others.
Where two or three are gathered — there, Jesus says, is where he shows up.
Some questions to carry through the day: What have we gone numb to that once moved us? Is there a conversation we've been avoiding that love is actually asking us to begin? And who are the two or three people with whom we're genuinely seeking God together?