A homily for the Eighteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time, August 2, 2026
Isaiah 55:1-3, Romans 8:35, 37-39, Matthew 14:13-21
Almost 100 years ago (holy cow!), The New Yorker magazine published a cartoon in which a fussy eater’s mother tells her, “It’s broccoli, dear.” The young girl famously snaps back, “I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.”
In most households of the 1920s, and probably right up to the present, the mom’s next line might be, “There are starving children in [XYZ land],” and the zippy retort to that usually is, “Fine; they can have my stupid broccoli.”
The tragedy is, they can’t. Though they’d love to.