In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit — let us begin with the Sign of the Cross, the mark of Christ traced on us. Welcome, whoever you are and however heavy your heart is today.
Lord Jesus, you seek the lost and shelter the broken: Lord, have mercy. Christ Jesus, you stand among us when we gather in your name: Christ, have mercy. Lord Jesus, you bind up every wounded heart: Lord, have mercy.
A mark on the forehead. That is where our first reading turns.
In a city coming apart, God sends a man dressed in linen with one task: "Mark a Thau on the foreheads of those who moan and groan." The Thau was written like a cross. And notice who receives it — not the strong, not the flawless, but those whose hearts break over what is broken. Before anything else, God protects.
Hear that, if grief has ever whispered that God is settling accounts with you… He is not. Sickness is never a punishment, and never the fault of those who loved and cared. When they asked Jesus who sinned, he said plainly: "Neither this man nor his parents." You missed nothing. God does not accuse you. Please do not accuse yourselves.
Every one of us was signed with that cross at baptism — Ben too, on his small forehead, long before he could say the word.
Then Ezekiel watches the glory of the Lord rise from the temple and move. Not vanish. Move — going out with the people. Love relocates; it does not end.
And the Gospel completes it: "Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them."
Two or three. Christ does not wait for a crowd. Picture two brothers crouched in wet sand near the pier, hoods up against the ocean wind, digging one small pool together — Benjamin and Ryan, heads bent over the same happy work. Two. That was enough for Jesus to be standing right there.
Eight weeks now without Ben's voice in the house. Alan, Thao, Ryan — when the two or three of you are together, so is he, and so is the Lord.
To his aunts and uncles, to everyone praying from far away, to children who are sick tonight and every family carrying something too heavy… you are marked, you are kept, you are loved.
Benjamin Vo is inside that glory now. Nothing about him was lost — only moved, into light.
For the intentions entrusted to Ben on our prayer wall:
At the Savior’s command and formed by divine teaching, we dare to say:
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.
May the Lord bless you and keep you, and may the cross traced on your forehead be your shelter until we meet again. Go in the peace of Christ.
✝ May almighty God bless you: the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.