There Is No Other

First Reading: Romans 4:20-25

Brothers and sisters:
Abraham did not doubt God’s promise in unbelief;
rather, he was empowered by faith and gave glory to God
and was fully convinced that what God had promised
he was also able to do.
That is why it was credited to him as righteousness.
But it was not for him alone that it was written
that it was credited to him;
it was also for us, to whom it will be credited,
who believe in the one who raised Jesus our Lord from the dead,
who was handed over for our transgressions
and was raised for our justification.

Responsorial Psalm: Luke 1:69-70, 71-72, 73-75

R. (see 68) Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel; he has come to his people.

He has come to his people and set them free.
He has raised up for us a mighty savior,
born of the house of his servant David.

R. Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel; he has come to his people.

Through his holy prophets he promised of old
that he would save us from our enemies,
from the hands of all who hate us.
He promised to show mercy to our fathers
and to remember his holy covenant.

R. Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel; he has come to his people.

This was the oath he swore to our father Abraham:
to set us free from the hands of our enemies,
free to worship him without fear,
holy and righteous in his sight all the days of our life.

R. Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel; he has come to his people.

Gospel: Luke 12:13-21

Someone in the crowd said to Jesus,
“Teacher, tell my brother to share the inheritance with me.”
He replied to him,
“Friend, who appointed me as your judge and arbitrator?”
Then he said to the crowd,
“Take care to guard against all greed,
for though one may be rich,
one’s life does not consist of possessions.”

Then he told them a parable.
“There was a rich man whose land produced a bountiful harvest.
He asked himself, ‘What shall I do,
for I do not have space to store my harvest?’
And he said, ‘This is what I shall do:
I shall tear down my barns and build larger ones.
There I shall store all my grain and other goods
and I shall say to myself, “Now as for you,
you have so many good things stored up for many years,
rest, eat, drink, be merry!”’
But God said to him,
‘You fool, this night your life will be demanded of you;
and the things you have prepared, to whom will they belong?’
Thus will it be for the one who stores up treasure for himself
but is not rich in what matters to God.”


oct 19

I am a food addict. Being the child of an addict, these are not words written lightly. With trembling hand do they type my truth, one that I have hidden well. Just beneath the surface of my skin, however, is a woman fighting a life-long battle with the very thing designed to sustain us.

In today’s reading from Isaiah, God says;

I am the LORD and there is no other,

there is no God besides me.

Yet we broken humans east of Eden, we can make nearly anything our god. Food is my god. A few years ago, in a moment of naked vulnerability before Christ, I heard him ask me, “What do you love more than me? What do you reach for when you should be reaching for me? What is your comfort, your refuge, your strength?”

I had to face the hard truth that the answer to all of those questions was food. Bad day? Some chocolate never hurts. Good day? Let’s go out for ice cream or drinks! In and of themselves, these indulgences are permissible and even good. Yet, when the first thing reached for in joy or sadness is food and not Christ, balance is lacking, and the relationship is one of disorder.

Food is good, but it is not God.

It is often my god, but it is not my salvation.

The Ten Commandments are written in order of importance and fidelity to God, not our crummy gods, is number one. All of our idols, the things we worship and place above Him, every single one was created by Him to bless us in some way. Yet, the thing itself is not the blessing, but the One who loves enough to bless.

Dear sisters, let me ask you: What do you love more than Christ? What do you reach for when you should reach for Him? What is your comfort, your refuge, your strength?

photo by Sara Miller

Sarah Babbs is a writer and mother of three, including twin toddlers. She writes about faith, social teaching, and navigating life as a motherless daughter and mother. You can find out more about her here.

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