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He began the Judica at eighty-nine and fell at the altar. A visible fiend came for his soul; his brothers prayed, and a voice — Mary’s — ordered it back to hell. The smile stayed. Today’s word: Vision.

Today the Church keeps her cathedral’s birthday — the Lateran, head and mother of all the churches of the city and the world. And beside it, a recruit who burned a temple of Isis. Two buildings, two fires, one faith.

Protestantism calls it paganism; Trent calls it honor due to members of Christ and temples of the Holy Ghost. The Church sides with her own usage — and with the stonecutters who died first.

Today’s reflection defines zeal: rooted in love, never idle, insatiable as fire. Willibrord is the proof — fifty years converting Frisia, building churches, prophesying, dying full of days.

First Friday of November. St. Leonard of Noblac left Clovis’s court for the prisons, and taught the captives that the chain of sin is worse — and the shorter rope out.

One feast for bones and scraps of the martyrs scattered through the diocese’s churches; one abbess who climbed by steps — prioress at Jouarre, first abbess of Chelles at forty-six, servant to every sister.

The cardinal who concluded the Council of Trent — then did the hard part: obeying it. Schools for the poor, seminaries for clerics, his own bed sold for the plague. Resolutions at all cost.

A hunter becomes bishop of the Ardennes; a scruffy Franciscan brother becomes patron of South America. Today the calendar pairs the rifle and the broom.