Love in deed and truth<\/strong> and Truth Meaning isn’t a metaphor today \u2014 it’s a job description. Beloved, grace and peace to you this morning \u2014 however you arrive here: tired or hopeful, certain or doubting, welcomed elsewhere or shut out elsewhere. Bloom is not a room you have to earn your way into. Sit with us a moment, offered today in the spirit of a low Mass \u2014 Word, prayer, and offering, without pretense to more than that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n (John 15:13; Ps. 40:2)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Greater love than this no man hath, that a man lay down his life for his friends. Happy is he, the psalm adds, who is thoughtful of the poor and the weak \u2014 the Lord will deliver him in the day of trouble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n O God, Who didst adorn Saint Camillus with a singular grace of charity for the help of souls struggling in their last agony, pour out upon us, we beseech Thee, by his merits, the spirit of Thy love, that in the hour of our departure we may be worthy to overcome the Enemy and attain unto the heavenly crown. Through our Lord\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n (Collect for Ss. Symphorosa and her Seven Sons, Martyrs)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n O God, by whose grace we keep the festival of Thy holy martyrs Symphorosa and her sons: grant that we may enjoy their fellowship in everlasting bliss.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n 1 John 3:13-18<\/a>, Douay-Rheims)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Dearly beloved, wonder not, if the world hate you. We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love the brethren. He that loveth not, abideth in death. Whosoever hateth his brother, is a murderer. And you know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in himself. In this we have known the charity of God, because he hath laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren. He that hath the substance of this world, and shall see his brother in need, and shall shut up his bowels from him: how doth the charity of God abide in him? My little children, let us not love in word, nor in tongue, but in deed and in truth.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n (Ps. 40:2)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Blessed is he who is mindful of the needy and the poor: the Lord will deliver him in the evil day. Alleluia. Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he hath been proved, he shall receive the crown of life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n John 15:12-16<\/a>, Douay-Rheims)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n At that time, Jesus said to His disciples: “This is My commandment, that you love one another, as I have loved you. Greater love than this no man hath, that a man lay down his life for his friends. You are My friends, if you do the things that I command you. I will not now call you servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doth. But I have called you friends; because all things whatsoever I have heard of My Father, I have made known to you. You have not chosen Me, but I have chosen you; and have appointed you, that you should go, and should bring forth fruit; and your fruit should remain: that whatsoever you shall ask the Father in My name, he may give it you.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Three days this week, we sat with a Gospel about testing a tree by its fruit<\/a>. Today, finally, a different reading \u2014 but it turns out to be the same test, aimed at a sharper question: what does love actually look like once you strip the talk away?<\/p>\n\n\n\n John doesn’t leave it abstract. “Let us not love in word, nor in tongue, but in deed and in truth.” That line could be the whole homily by itself. It’s a direct challenge to anyone who has ever said “I’m praying for you” instead of showing up, or “sending love” instead of actually doing the harder, slower thing love usually requires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n St. Camillus de Lellis is the kind of saint whose actual biography makes that line uncomfortable rather than comforting, which is exactly right. He wasn’t born holy. He was a soldier, a gambler, a man who lost everything at cards more than once, carrying a wound in his own leg that never fully healed for the rest of his life. What changed him wasn’t a theological argument. It was time spent in the hospitals of his own era \u2014 filthy, understaffed, the sick often treated as a nuisance to be managed rather than a person to be tended. He looked at that, and instead of looking away, he built an order of men who would walk directly into it: plague wards, battlefields, the rooms everyone else was trying to avoid. Not because he’d resolved his own suffering first. Because he hadn’t, and went anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That’s the actual shape of “deed and truth” love, and it’s worth being honest about how unglamorous it usually is. It’s not the dramatic, one-time act of laying down your life in a single moment. For most people who live this Gospel, it’s a caregiver getting up at 3 a.m. for the fourth night in a row. It’s someone showing up to sit with a dying relative nobody else will visit. It’s the in-home aide changing a dressing, patient through the pain and the fear, for someone who can’t thank her the way she deserves. None of that gets a feast day. All of it is exactly what today’s readings are describing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This is worth naming directly, because caregiving work \u2014 paid or unpaid, chosen or fallen into \u2014 gets treated by a lot of the world as invisible labor, something beneath notice. Today’s Gospel says the opposite: this is the fruit that was never supposed to be optional, dressed up as a nice extra virtue for the especially devout. “Greater love than this no man hath” isn’t a compliment reserved for martyrs. It’s a description of what actual love does, every time it’s real, on whatever scale it’s given the chance to happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So beloved \u2014 if you are the one showing up for somebody today, in whatever unglamorous form that takes: this is your feast too, not just Camillus’s. Word and tongue are cheap and everyone has them. Deed and truth are what today asks of us, and what you may already be quietly giving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Receive, O Lord, this offering made in memory of a man who turned his own long suffering into service for others, and grant that whatever love we give in deed rather than word may be found true in Your sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n (Benediction \u2014 two readings, one truth)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n For those who hold this in faith:<\/em> Lord, Camillus took his own wound and turned it toward the wounds of others. Give that same grace to everyone quietly caregiving today, unseen and unthanked \u2014 the strength to keep loving in deed, not just word, and the comfort of knowing that this, exactly this, is the greater love Christ named as the standard, not the exception. Amen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For those still finding their footing:<\/em> If you’re the one showing up \u2014 tending, sitting with, caring for someone when it would be easier to just say the right words and leave \u2014 that’s the real thing, whatever you call it or don’t. Deed and truth outlast talk every time.<\/p>\n\n\n\nIntroit<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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