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Arch Bishop Micheal Ralph Vendegna S.O.S.M.A.

Office Readings


  • Tuesday 15 September 2020

    Our Lady of Sorrows 
    on Tuesday of week 24 in Ordinary Time


    Office of Readings


    Introduction (without Invitatory)

    If this is the first Hour that you are reciting today, use the version with the Invitatory Psalm instead.


    O God, come to our aid.
    O Lord, make haste to help us.
    Glory be to the Father and to the Son
    and to the Holy Spirit,
    as it was in the beginning,
    is now, and ever shall be,
    world without end.
    Amen. Alleluia.


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    Hymn

    Hail, of paradise the portal!
    Tree of Life regained, immortal;
    Whence, through thee, all sweetness floweth,
    And salvation’s fruit still groweth.
    Thou our hearts aright inclinest,
    On our life’s way brightly shinest;
    Us from God’s just anger savest,
    Who to man our Saviour gavest.

    Hail! Blest shrine of God the Father,
    Thither sinners haste to gather;
    Pardon for their guilt obtaining,
    Freedom from the foe’s enchaining;
    Strength from thee the weak shall borrow,
    Comfort, thou, of all who sorrow;
    From the final wrath tremendous,
    Mother of our Christ, defend us.

    Star of ocean! Mother fairest!
    Who the name of Mary bearest;
    In thy bright illumination
    Pales each star and constellation.
    Hail, O Father! Hail, sweet Mother!
    Hail, O Son of God, our Brother!
    Let the hosts of heaven adore thee,
    Every spirit bow before thee.


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    Psalm 101 (102)
    Prayers and vows of an exile


    “God comforts us in all our sorrows” (2 Cor 1:4).

    Let my cry come to you, Lord: do not hide your face from me.

    O Lord, listen to my prayer
    and let my cry for help reach you.
    Do not hide your face from me
    in the day of my distress.
    Turn your ear towards me
    and answer me quickly when I call.

    For my days are vanishing like smoke,
    my bones burn away like a fire.
    My heart is withered like the grass.
    I forget to eat my bread.
    I cry with all my strength
    and my skin clings to my bones.

    I have become like a pelican in the wilderness
    like an owl in desolate places.
    I lie awake and I moan
    like some lonely bird on a roof.
    All day long my foes revile me;
    those who hate me use my name as a curse.

    The bread I eat is ashes;
    my drink is mingled with tears.
    In your anger, Lord, and your fury
    you have lifted me up and thrown me down.
    My days are like a passing shadow
    and I wither away like the grass.

    Glory be to the Father and to the Son
    and to the Holy Spirit,
    as it was in the beginning,
    is now, and ever shall be,
    world without end.
    Amen.

    Let my cry come to you, Lord: do not hide your face from me.


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    Psalm 101 (102)

    Turn, Lord, to the prayers of the helpless.

    But you, O Lord, will endure for ever
    and your name from age to age.
    You will arise and have mercy on Sion:
    for this is the time to have mercy,
    (yes, the time appointed has come)
    for your servants love her very stones,
    are moved with pity even for her dust.

    The nations shall fear the name of the Lord
    and all the earth’s kings your glory,
    when the Lord shall build up Sion again
    and appear in all his glory.
    Then he will turn to the prayers of the helpless;
    he will not despise their prayers.

    Let this be written for ages to come
    that a people yet unborn may praise the Lord;
    for the Lord leaned down from his sanctuary on high.
    He looked down from heaven to the earth
    that he might hear the groans of the prisoners
    and free those condemned to die.

    The sons of your servants shall dwell untroubled
    and their race shall endure before you,
    that the name of the Lord may be proclaimed in Sion
    and his praise in the heart of Jerusalem,
    when peoples and kingdoms are gathered together
    to pay their homage to the Lord.

    Glory be to the Father and to the Son
    and to the Holy Spirit,
    as it was in the beginning,
    is now, and ever shall be,
    world without end.
    Amen.

    Turn, Lord, to the prayers of the helpless.


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    Psalm 101 (102)

    You founded the earth, Lord, and the heavens are the work of your hands.

    He has broken my strength in mid-course;
    he has shortened the days of my life.
    I say to God: ‘Do not take me away
    before my days are complete,
    you, whose days last from age to age.

    ‘Long ago you founded the earth
    and the heavens are the work of your hands.
    They will perish but you will remain.
    They will all wear out like a garment.
    You will change them like clothes that are changed.
    But you neither change, nor have an end.’

    Glory be to the Father and to the Son
    and to the Holy Spirit,
    as it was in the beginning,
    is now, and ever shall be,
    world without end.
    Amen.

    You founded the earth, Lord, and the heavens are the work of your hands.


    Psalm-prayer

    Lord, you live in the hearts of your saints, and so have built up Zion. May you always show your greatness through their good works.


    Or:

    You remain for ever, Father, undisturbed by change, while our days vanish like shadows and our lives wear out like a garment. Although our lives in this world come to an end, help us to live in Christ’s endless life, and so attain the heavenly Jerusalem, our lasting home.


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    ℣. Mary remembered all these things.
    ℟. She treasured them all in her heart.


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    Readings (official one-year cycle)

    First Reading
    Ezekiel 8:1-6,16-9:11
    A judgement against a sinful Jerusalem

    In the sixth year, on the fifth day of the sixth month, I was sitting at home and the elders of Judah were sitting with me, when the hand of the Lord fell on me.
    I looked and saw something that looked like a man. Downwards from what seemed to be his loins he was fire; and upwards from his loins he seemed to shine like polished bronze. He stretched out what seemed to be a hand and took me by the hair; and the spirit lifted me into the air and, in visions from God, took me to Jerusalem, to the entrance of the inner north gate, where the idol of Jealousy stands, provoking jealousy. There I saw the glory of the God of Israel, as I had seen it in the valley. He said, ‘Son of man, raise your eyes to the north.’ I raised my eyes to the north, and there, to the north of the altar gate, stood this statue of Jealousy at the entrance. He said, ‘Son of man, do you see what they are doing? Do you see all the filth practised here by the House of Israel, to drive me out of my sanctuary? You will see filthier practices yet.’
    He then led me to the inner court of the Temple of the Lord. And there, at the entrance to the sanctuary of the Lord, between the porch and the altar, there were about twenty-five men, with their backs to the sanctuary of the Lord and their faces turned to the east. They were bowing to the east, towards the sun. He said to me, ‘Son of man, do you see that? Is it not bad enough for the House of Judah to do the filthy things that they are doing here? But they fill the country with violence and provoke my anger further; look at them now putting that branch to their nostrils. My anger forces me to it; I will show neither pity nor mercy. They may shout as loud as they like; I will not listen to them.’
    Then as I listened he shouted, ‘Come here, you scourges of the city, and bring your weapons of destruction.’ Immediately six men advanced from the upper north gate, each holding a deadly weapon. In the middle of them was a man in white, with a scribe’s ink horn in his belt. They came in and halted in front of the bronze altar. The glory of the God of Israel rose off the cherubs where it had been and went up to the threshold of the Temple. He called the man in white with a scribe’s ink horn in his belt and said, ‘Go all through the city, all through Jerusalem, and mark a cross on the foreheads of all who deplore and disapprove of all the filth practised in it.’ I heard him say to the others, ‘Follow him through the city, and strike. Show neither pity nor mercy; old men, young men, virgins, children, women, kill and exterminate them all. But do not touch anyone with a cross on his forehead. Begin at my sanctuary.’ So they began with the old men in front of the Temple. He said to them, ‘Defile the Temple; fill the courts with corpses, and go.’ They went out and hacked their way through the city.
    While they were hacking them down, I stayed behind; I fell face downwards and exclaimed, ‘Ah, Lord, are you going to annihilate all that is left of Israel as you turn your anger on Jerusalem?’ He said, ‘The guilt of the House of Israel and Judah is immense, boundless; the country is full of bloodshed, the city overflows with wickedness, for they say, “The Lord has abandoned the country, the Lord cannot see.” Right, then, I too will show no pity, I too will not spare. I mean to call them to account for all their behaviour.’ The man in white with the scribe’s ink horn in his belt then came back and made his report, ‘I have carried out your orders.’


    Responsory
    Mt 24:15,21-22; Rv 7:3

    ℟. When you see the ‘abomination of desolation’ standing in the holy place, there will be a time of great distress. If that time were not cut short, no living thing could survive;* but for the sake of God’s chosen that time of trouble will be cut short.
    ℣. Do no damage to sea or land until we have set the seal of our God upon the foreheads of his servants;* but for the sake of God’s chosen that time of trouble will be cut short.


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    Second Reading
    From a sermon of St Bernard of Clairvaux
    His mother stood by the cross

    The martyrdom of the Virgin is set forth both in the prophecy of Simeon and in the actual story of our Lord’s passion. The holy old man said of the infant Jesus: He has been established as a sign which will be contradicted. He went on to say to Mary: And your own heart will be pierced by a sword.
    Truly, O blessed Mother, a sword has pierced your heart. For only by passing through your heart could the sword enter the flesh of your Son. Indeed, after your Jesus – who belongs to everyone, but is especially yours – gave up his life, the cruel spear, which was not withheld from his lifeless body, tore open his side. Clearly it did not touch his soul and could not harm him, but it did pierce your heart. For surely his soul was no longer there, but yours could not be torn away. Thus the violence of sorrow has cut through your heart, and we rightly call you more than martyr, since the effect of compassion in you has gone beyond the endurance of physical suffering.
    Or were those words, Woman, behold your Son, not more than a word to you, truly piercing your heart, cutting through to the division between soul and spirit? What an exchange! John is given to you in place of Jesus, the servant in place of the Lord, the disciple in place of the master; the son of Zebedee replaces the Son of God, a mere man replaces God himself. How could these words not pierce your most loving heart, when the mere remembrance of them breaks ours, hearts of iron and stone though they are!
    Do not be surprised, brothers, that Mary is said to be a martyr in spirit. Let him be surprised who does not remember the words of Paul, that one of the greatest crimes of the Gentiles was that they were without love. That was far from the heart of Mary; let it be far from her servants.
    Perhaps someone will say: “Had she not known before that he would not die?” Undoubtedly. “Did she not expect him to rise again at once?” Surely. “And still she grieved over her crucified Son?” Intensely. Who are you and what is the source of your wisdom that you are more surprised at the compassion of Mary than at the passion of Mary’s Son? For if he could die in body, could she not die with him in spirit? He died in body through a love greater than anyone had known. She died in spirit through a love unlike any other since his.


    Responsory

    ℟. When they reached the place called the Skull, they crucified Jesus there,* but his mother took her stand beside his cross.
    ℣. As she stood there, a sword of anguish pierced her blessed heart,* but his mother took her stand beside his cross.


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    Let us pray.

    God our Father,
    when Jesus, your Son, was raised up on the cross,
    it was your will that Mary, his mother, should stand there
    and suffer with him in her heart.
    Grant that, in union with her,
    the Church may share in the passion of Christ,
    and so be brought to the glory of his resurrection.
    Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,
    who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
    one God, for ever and ever.
    Amen.


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    Let us praise the Lord.
    – Thanks be to God.


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