Memorial of Saint Jerome, Priest and Doctor of the Church

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In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Today is September the thirtieth, the Memorial of Saint Jerome, Priest and Doctor of the Church. God's Word is not a comfort to be handled lightly — it is a consuming fire, a two-edged sword, a demand that strips away every lesser love. Jerome knew this. So did Job. So must we.

A reading from the Book of Job.

Job answered his friends and said: I know well that it is so; but how can a man be justified before God? Should one wish to contend with him, he could not answer him once in a thousand times. God is wise in heart and mighty in strength; who has withstood him and remained unscathed? He removes the mountains before they know it; he overturns them in his anger. He shakes the earth out of its place, and the pillars beneath it tremble. He commands the sun, and it rises not; he seals up the stars. He alone stretches out the heavens and treads upon the crests of the sea. He made the Bear and Orion, the Pleiades and the constellations of the south; He does great things past finding out, marvelous things beyond reckoning. Should he come near me, I see him not; should he pass by, I am not aware of him; Should he seize me forcibly, who can say him nay? Who can say to him, "What are you doing?" How much less shall I give him any answer, or choose out arguments against him! Even though I were right, I could not answer him, but should rather beg for what was due me. If I appealed to him and he answered my call, I could not believe that he would hearken to my words.

The Word of the Lord.

R. Thanks be to God.

Psalm 88. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.

Daily I call upon you, O LORD; to you I stretch out my hands. Will you work wonders for the dead? Will the shades arise to give you thanks? Let my prayer come before you, Lord. Do they declare your mercy in the grave, your faithfulness among those who have perished? Are your wonders made known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion? Let my prayer come before you, Lord. But I, O LORD, cry out to you; with my morning prayer I wait upon you. Why, O LORD, do you reject me; why hide from me your face? Let my prayer come before you, Lord.

Alleluia. I consider all things so much rubbish that I may gain Christ and be found in him. Alleluia.

A reading from the holy Gospel according to Luke.

As Jesus and his disciples were proceeding on their journey, someone said to him, "I will follow you wherever you go." Jesus answered him, "Foxes have dens and birds of the sky have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to rest his head." And to another he said, "Follow me." But he replied, "Lord, let me go first and bury my father." But he answered him, "Let the dead bury their dead. But you, go and proclaim the Kingdom of God." And another said, "I will follow you, Lord, but first let me say farewell to my family at home." Jesus answered him, "No one who sets a hand to the plow and looks to what was left behind is fit for the Kingdom of God."

The Gospel of the Lord.

R. Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

Job stands before a God who commands the sun, who sealed the stars into their courses, who fashioned Orion and the Pleiades with the ease of a craftsman pressing clay. And Job's great spiritual achievement — his truly astonishing achievement — is not that he protests this majesty, but that he does not flee from it. He remains. He cries out. He stretches out his hands into a darkness that does not answer him, and he continues to pray. Saint John Chrysostom saw in Job not a man broken by suffering but a man purified by it — a figure whose suffering strips away every false support until nothing remains but the bare, naked act of faith. Job cannot answer God once in a thousand times. He knows this. And still he speaks. Still he calls. That is the posture of the saints.

Now hear the Gospel against this backdrop. Three men approach the Lord with what sound like reasonable requests. One will follow anywhere. One needs first to bury his father. One simply wants to say farewell. Each response from Christ sounds severe to the modern ear. Foxes have dens. Let the dead bury their dead. No one who looks back is fit for the Kingdom. But Christ is not being cruel. He is being honest — radiantly, mercifully honest — about the nature of what He is asking. Saint Augustine, in his commentary on similar passages, insists that the Lord does not forbid natural love. He forbids the idolization of natural love, the elevation of earthly attachment above the Kingdom. The man who says "first let me bury my father" is not wrong to love his father. He is wrong to place even the most sacred natural bond as a condition upon which his discipleship depends.

Cornelius a Lapide, that great Flemish exegete, draws our attention to the plow image with surgical precision. The man who plows must lean forward into the furrow. The moment he turns his head backward, the line goes crooked. His whole body is oriented by the direction of his gaze. So too the disciple: the Kingdom is not an addendum to a life otherwise organized around comfort, security, and the management of loss. It is the furrow itself. Everything else must align to it or be set aside.

This is where Job and the Gospel meet in a single burning point. Job knows he cannot contend with God. He cannot build a legal argument sufficient to satisfy divine wisdom. What he can do — what he does do — is persist in crying out, persist in prayer, persist in the act of orientation toward the One who remains hidden. That persistence, that stubborn fidelity of face-forward prayer, is precisely what Christ demands of His followers. Not emotional ecstasy. Not perfect understanding. Not resolution of grief. Simply: do not turn back.

Saint Thomas Aquinas, treating of the virtue of religion in the Summa, reminds us that the highest act of the creature before the Creator is not knowledge but subjection — a willed, loving, rational subjection of oneself to the One who is infinitely greater. Job performs this act in the midst of agony. The disciples are called to perform it in the midst of ordinary life, which is its own species of agony. The Cross, which the Son of Man carries with nowhere to lay His head, is the meeting point of both.

Jerome was born in Stridon around 347, and his life was a living enactment of today's Gospel. He left Rome — its libraries, its patrons, its comfort, its brilliant social world — and buried himself in the desert of Chalcis, then in Bethlehem, precisely because he had set his hand to the plow and refused to look back. He was not gentle about it. His letters crackle with the ferocity of a man who genuinely believed that time was short and the Word of God demanded everything. He learned Hebrew as an adult, subjecting himself to the humiliation of sitting at the feet of a Jewish rabbi, grinding through an alien grammar, because he would not translate what he had not truly understood. The Latin Vulgate — the Church's Scripture for over a millennium — is the fruit of that unflinching, forward-facing labor.

What Jerome consecrated was not merely scholarship. It was attention — a total, bodily, mortified attention to the text of God's Word, born of the conviction that in those words the Living God was actually speaking. He wept over the Scriptures. He raged at those who mangled them. He loved them as a man loves a person, not a document. His famous declaration — ignorance of Scripture is ignorance of Christ — is not a librarian's motto. It is a mystic's cry.

Take one concrete step today: open the Scriptures for fifteen minutes — not as background noise, not skimming — but with pen in hand, in silence, reading slowly. Let one verse settle into you the way Jerome let the whole Word settle into his life. Ask what God is actually saying in that line. Do not look back.

May Almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen. Praised be Jesus Christ, now and forever. Amen.
EPISODE_TITLE: Jerome, Scripture, and the Plow
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