THE SON OF MAN IS MASTER OF THE SABBATH

SATURDAY WEEK 22 IN ORDINARY TIME: Universalis
I have God for my help

CI: Reading Colossians 1:21-23 God has reconciled you by Christ's death in his mortal body

Not long ago, you were foreigners and enemies, in the way that you used to think and the evil things that you did; but now he has reconciled you, by his death and in that mortal body. Now you are able to appear before him holy, pure and blameless – as long as you persevere and stand firm on the solid base of the faith, never letting yourselves drift away from the hope promised by the Good News, which you have heard, which has been preached to the whole human race, and of which I, Paul, have become the servant.

Responsorial Psalm: I have God for my help

Gospel Luke 6:1-5 The Son of Man is master of the sabbath

CDR: One sabbath Jesus happened to be taking a walk through the cornfields, and his disciples were picking ears of corn, rubbing them in their hands and eating them. Some of the Pharisees said, ‘Why are you doing something that is forbidden on the sabbath day?’ Jesus answered them, ‘So you have not read what David did when he and his followers were hungry – how he went into the house of God, took the loaves of offering and ate them and gave them to his followers, loaves which only the priests are allowed to eat?’ And he said to them, ‘The Son of Man is master of the sabbath.’

O God, save me by your name; by your power, uphold my cause. O God, hear my prayer; listen to the words of my mouth. But I have God for my help.  The Lord upholds my life. I will sacrifice to you with willing heart and praise your name for it is good. Res. Psalm.

Lord Jesus Christ I trust in you. Blessed Virgin Mary pray for me. Saint Joseph pray for me. Angels and Saints of God pray for me. My Angel Guardian pray for me.

Pray the Holy Rosary: Hail Mary full of grace. Hail Holy Queen, Virgin and Mother.

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