Churches of the Day
Pictorial Thought for Today
Sep 15 - Our Lady of Sorrows
Summary: The scriptural basis for this memorial is found in the Gospel of John, especially where Jesus hands over Mary and John into each other's care (Jn 19:25). Processions with the statue dedicated to Our Lady of Sorrows are still popular in Malta and in Spain.
Patrick Duffy takes up the story.
The Servite Order
The Seven Holy Founders of the Servite Order in Florence are credited with starting the devotion to Our Lady of Sorrows in AD 1239,
Stabat Mater
This devotion must also have been developed by the plaintive Latin hymn Stabat Mater dolorosa, (See below) commonly attributed to Franciscan friar, Jacopone da Todi (1230-1306):
The Seven Dolours
Different sorrows of Mary have been honoured in the Church’s history, but since the 14th century these seven have commonly been regarded as the seven dolours (sorrows) of the Blessed Virgin Mary:
The prophecy of Simeon
The flight into Egypt
The loss of the child Jesus for three days
Meeting Jesus on the way to Calvary
The crucifixion and death of her son Jesus
Jesus being taken down and given to her
Jesus being laid in the tomb.
Consenting with love to his offering
In his Apostolic Exhortation Marialis cultus (1974) ordering the development of devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary, Pope Paul VI writes of the faith and spirituality behind this devotion:
Mary, standing by the cross, suffered intensely with her only begotten Son and united herself as his mother to his sacrifice, consenting with love to the offering of the victim who was born of her, whom she offered to the eternal Father.
At the cross her station keeping
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last;
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
all his bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword had passed.
Oh, how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother highly blessed
of the sole-begotten One.
Christ above in torments hangs;
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled
she beheld her tender child
all with bloody scourges rent;
for the sins of his own nation
saw him hang in desolation,
till his spirit forth he sent.
O you Mother, fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with yours accord:
make me feel as you have felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ our Lord.
Holy Mother, pierce me through;
in my heart each wound renew
of my Saviour crucified:
Let me share with you his pain
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with you,
mourning him who mourned for me all the days that I may live:
by the cross with you to stay,
there with you to weep and pray,
is all I ask of you to give.
Virgin of all virgins best,
listen to my fond request:
let me share your grief divine;
let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of yours.
Wounded with his every wound,
steep my soul till it has swooned
in his very blood away;
be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die
in his awful judgement day.
Christ, when you shall call me hence,
be your Mother my defence,
be your cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
may my soul your goodness praise,
safe in paradise with you.
See also http://www.ewtn.com/Devotionals/novena/sorrow.htm
Patrick Duffy takes up the story.
The Servite OrderThe Seven Holy Founders of the Servite Order in Florence are credited with starting the devotion to Our Lady of Sorrows in AD 1239,
Stabat Mater
This devotion must also have been developed by the plaintive Latin hymn Stabat Mater dolorosa, (See below) commonly attributed to Franciscan friar, Jacopone da Todi (1230-1306):
Stabat mater dolorosa
iuxta crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat filius.
(At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.)
[ Full text of this hymn is quoted below.]
The Seven Dolours
Different sorrows of Mary have been honoured in the Church’s history, but since the 14th century these seven have commonly been regarded as the seven dolours (sorrows) of the Blessed Virgin Mary:
The prophecy of Simeon
The flight into Egypt
The loss of the child Jesus for three days
Meeting Jesus on the way to Calvary
The crucifixion and death of her son Jesus
Jesus being taken down and given to her
Jesus being laid in the tomb.
Consenting with love to his offering
In his Apostolic Exhortation Marialis cultus (1974) ordering the development of devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary, Pope Paul VI writes of the faith and spirituality behind this devotion:
Mary, standing by the cross, suffered intensely with her only begotten Son and united herself as his mother to his sacrifice, consenting with love to the offering of the victim who was born of her, whom she offered to the eternal Father.
Stabat Mater
At the cross her station keeping
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last;
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
all his bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword had passed.
Oh, how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother highly blessed
of the sole-begotten One.
Christ above in torments hangs;
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled
she beheld her tender child
all with bloody scourges rent;
for the sins of his own nation
saw him hang in desolation,
till his spirit forth he sent.
O you Mother, fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with yours accord:
make me feel as you have felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ our Lord.
Holy Mother, pierce me through;
in my heart each wound renew
of my Saviour crucified:
Let me share with you his pain
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with you,mourning him who mourned for me all the days that I may live:
by the cross with you to stay,
there with you to weep and pray,
is all I ask of you to give.
Virgin of all virgins best,
listen to my fond request:
let me share your grief divine;
let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of yours.
Wounded with his every wound,
steep my soul till it has swooned
in his very blood away;
be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die
in his awful judgement day.
Christ, when you shall call me hence,
be your Mother my defence,
be your cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
may my soul your goodness praise,
safe in paradise with you.
See also http://www.ewtn.com/Devotionals/novena/sorrow.htm
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Memorable Proverb for Today
Regret is not a proactive feeling. It is situated in disappointment, sorrow, even remorse.
It merely wishes things were different without an act to cause a difference.
Repentance is different. Repentance is an admission of, hatred of,
and a turning away from sin before God.
...Monica Johnson
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Liturgical Readings for: Tuesday, 15th September, 2026
Our Lady of Sorrows, memorial
Mary, standing by the cross, suffered intensely with her only begotten son, Jesus
consenting with love to his offering of himself for our salvation.
Feast of the Day; Sept. 15 : Our Lady of Sorrows - a mother watches her watches he son die slowly.
C/f A short life story of this saint can be found below today’s Readings and Reflection.
FIRST READING
A reading from the letter to the Hebrews 5:7-9
He learnt to obey and he became for all who obey him the source of eternal salvation.
During his life on earth, he offered up prayer and entreaty, aloud and in silent tears, to the one who had the power to save him out of death and he submitted so humbly that his prayer was heard.Although he was Son, he learnt to obey through suffering; but having been made perfect, he became for all who obey him the source of eternal salvation.
The Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God
Responsorial Psalm Ps 30:2-6, 15-16.20 R/v 17
Response Save me, O Lord, in your love.
1. In you, O Lord, I take refuge. Let me never be put to shame.
In your justice, set me free, hear me and speedily rescue me. Response
2. Be a rock of refuge for me, a mighty stronghold to save me,
for you are my rock, my stronghold, For your name's sake, lead me and guide me. Response
3. Release me from the snares they have hidden for you are my refuge, Lord.
Into your hands I commend my spirit. It is you who will redeem me, Lord. Response
4. As for me, I trust in you, Lord, I say: 'You are my God.
My life is in your hands, deliver me from the hands of those who hate me.' Response
5. How great is the goodness, Lord, that you keep for those who fear you,
that you show to those who trust you in the sight of men. Response
(Optional ) SEQUENCE
'Stabat Mater’, ‘The mother stood)
At the cross her station keeping
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last;
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
all his bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword had passed.
Oh, how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother highly blessed
of the sole-begotten One.
Christ above in torments hangs;
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled
she beheld her tender child
all with bloody scourges rent;
for the sins of his own nation
saw him hang in desolation,
till his spirit forth he sent.
O you Mother, fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with yours accord:
make me feel as you have felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ our Lord.
Holy Mother, pierce me through;
in my heart each wound renew
of my Saviour crucified:
Let me share with you his pain
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with you,mourning him who mourned for me
all the days that I may live:
by the cross with you to stay,
there with you to weep and pray,
is all I ask of you to give.
Virgin of all virgins best,
listen to my fond request:
let me share your grief divine;
let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of yours.
Wounded with his every wound,
steep my soul till it has swooned
in his very blood away;
be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die
in his awful judgement day.
Christ, when you shall call me hence,
be your Mother my defence,
be your cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
may my soul your goodness praise,
safe in paradise with you.
Gospel Acclamation
Alleluia, alleluia!
Happy is the blessed Virgin Mary who, without dying,
won the palm of martyrdom beneath the cross of the Lord.
Alleluia!
GOSPEL
The Lord be with you. And with your spirit
A reading from the holy Gospel according to John 19:25-27 Glory to you, O Lord.
Christ above in torments hangs; she beneath beholds the pangs of her dying glorious Son.
Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother and his mother's sister,
Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala.
Seeing his mother and the disciple he loved standing near her,
Jesus said to his mother, 'Woman, this is your son.'
Then to the disciple he said, 'This is your mother.'
And from that moment the disciple made a place for her in his home.
The Gospel of the Lord. Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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Click here for details on this feastday: https://www.catholicireland.net/saintoftheday/our-lady-of-sorrows/
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Gospel Reflection Sept 15 Our Lady of Sorrows Luke 2:33-35
The image of the sorrowing Mary has been immortalized in stone by Michelangelo’s Pieta. (c/f image above right) The word ‘Pieta’ in Italian means ‘compassion’ in English. The English word ‘compassion’ suggests ‘suffering with’. Mary suffered with her Son, and her suffering with her Son was never more intense than when she stood by the cross and received his broken body after he was taken down from the cross.
The beautiful Latin hymn, ‘Stabat Mater’ begins, ‘At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last’. There is no sorrow like the sorrow of a parent, of a mother, for her deceased son or daughter. There are no words that can ease such suffering. To love is to suffer and there is a sense in which it is true to say that the more we love the greater the suffering. Jesus was the most loving person who ever lived; he was God’s love in human form. Because his love was great, his suffering was great. In the words of today’s first reading, ‘he offered up prayer and entreaty, aloud and in silent tears’ to God.
Mary’s deep love for Jesus meant that the suffering of Jesus impacted upon her in a unique way. Although there is no mention of it in the gospels, the risen Lord must have appeared to his mother. She is there with the other disciples praying in preparation for the coming of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost. Easter transformed her sorrow to joy. The risen Lord continues to shine his glorious light upon all of our sorrows, so that we have hope even in darkest sorrow. As Paul says in one of his letters, we do not grieve as people who have no hope.
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The Scripture Readings are taken from The Jerusalem Bible, published 1966 by Darton, Longman & Todd Ltd. and used with the permission of the publishers. http://dltbooks.com/
The Scripture Reflection is made available with our thanks from Reflections on the Weekday Readings : Your word is a lamp for my feet and light for my path by Martin Hogan and published by Messenger Publications , c/f www.messenger.ie/bookshop/
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Feast of the Day; Sept. 15 : Our Lady of Sorrows
The scriptural basis for this memorial is found in the Gospel of John, especially where Jesus hands over Mary and John into each other's care (Jn 19:25). Processions with the statue dedicated to Our Lady of Sorrows are still extremely popular in Malta and in Spain.
Patrick Duffy takes up the story.
The Servite OrderThe Seven Holy Founders of the Servite Order in Florence are credited with starting the devotion to Our Lady of Sorrows in AD 1239. This devotion must also have been inspired by the plaintive Latin hymn Stabat Mater dolorosa, (See english version below) commonly attributed to Franciscan friar, Jacopone da Todi (1230-1306):
Stabat mater dolorosa
iuxta crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat filius.
(At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.)
[ Full text of this hymn is quoted above c'f the Mass Sequence.]
The Seven Dolours
The different sorrows of Mary have been honoured in the Church’s history, but since the 14th century these seven have commonly been regarded as the seven dolours (sorrows) of the Blessed Virgin Mary:
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Thine own soul a sword shall pierce..[/caption]The prophecy of Simeon
The flight into Egypt
The loss of the child Jesus for three days
Meeting Jesus on the way to Calvary
The crucifixion and death of her son Jesus
Jesus' body being taken down from the cross and given to her
Jesus being laid in the tomb.
Consenting with love to his offering
In his Apostolic Exhortation Marialis cultus (1974) ordering the development of devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary, Pope Paul VI writes of the faith and spirituality behind this devotion:
Mary, standing by the cross, suffered intensely with her only begotten Son and united herself as his mother to his sacrifice, consenting with love to the offering of the victim who was born of her, whom she offered to the eternal Father.
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Memorable Wisdom saying for Today
'Felix culpa' is a Latin phrase that comes from the words
felix, meaning "happy," "lucky," or "blessed" and culpa, meaning "fault" or "fall".
It refers to the idea that the original sin of Adam and Eve, while a transgression,
ultimately led to the coming of Jesus Christ as humanity's Redeemer,
thus resulting in a greater good.
~ Liturgical notes ~
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Liturgical Readings for: Tuesday, 15th September, 2026
CÉAD LÉACHT Sliocht as Litir chuig na Eabhraig 5:7-9
D’fhoghlaim sé an umhlaíocht ó na nithe a d’fhulaing sé.
Nuair a bhí Críost ar an saol seo chuir sé achainíocha agus urnaithe suas de ghlór ard agus le mórán deor chun an té a bhí in ann é a fhuascailt ón mbás. Éisteadh leis toisc go raibh sé urramach deabhóideach.Ach bíodh gurb é Mac Dé é, d’fhoghlaim sé an umhlaíocht ó na nithe a d’fhulaing sé. Nuair a tháinig sé chun foirfeachta rinneadh údar slánaithe shíoraí de don uile dhuine a bhíonn umhal dó.
Briathar an Tiarna Buíochas le Dia
Salm le Freagra Salm:30 2-6, 15-16, 20,V7
Freagra A Thiarna, tabhair slán mé i do ghrá.
1. Is chugat, a Thiarna, a thagaim ag lorg tearmainn; nár dhéantar mo náiriú go brách.
Saor mé de réir d’fhíréantachta, éist liom agus brostaigh chun m’fhuascailte! Freagra
2. Bí i do charraig choimirce dom: i do dhaingean do mo chosaint is do mo tharrtháil.
Óir is tú mo charraig agus mo chaiseal; seol mé agus treoraigh mé as ucht d’ainm. Freagra
3. Scaoil mé ón ngaiste a cuireadh i bhfearas romham, óir is tú mo dhídean, a Thiarna.
Do do láimhse a thiomnaím m’anam, óir is tú a cheannaigh mé a Thiarna. Freagra
4. Ach is ort atá mo sheasamh, a Thiarna, deirim: “Is tú mo Dhia.”
Tá m’anam ag brath ort, saor mé ón namhaid is ó chách ar mo thói Freagra
5. Nach lánmhar an mhaitheas atá i dtaisce agat don dream lenarb eagal tú,
a thugann tú don mhuintir a thriallann ort i bhfianaise na hÁdhamchlainne. Freagra
(Malairt) ROSC
Sheas an Mháthair bhrónach chráite
le hais Croise céasta a bláith Mhic,
deora te á sileadh aici.
Claíomh an chaointe, claíomh na tuirse,
claíomh an chathaithe is an scriosta
sáite trína hanamain.
Ó nach brónach cathach céasta,
is a croí le buairt á réabadh,
Buime an aonMhic bheannaithe.
Mar ba dhubhach is ba
caoi na Máthar mánla dílse,
pianta a Mic a bhfeiceáil aici.
An bhfuil duine beo nach gcaoinfeadh,
Máthair aoibhinn Chríost mar a chífeadh
i bpeannaidí den tsamhail sin.
Cé a d’fhéadfadh machnamh ar an Máthair
ag déanamh cathaithe dá Grá geal
gan dul i mbuaireamh in éineacht léi?
Ar son coireanna an chine dhaonna
chonaic Íosa caoin á chéasadh
is é ag an sciúirse bascaithe.
Chonaic a milis Mhac an Mháthair
néalta is doilbheacht an bháis air,
go dubhach ag tabhairt a anama.
Méid do bhróin, a Mháthair mhilis,
a thobar an ghrá, tabhair dom le tuiscint
go ndéanfaidh mé caoineadh in éineacht leat
Las mo chroí le díograis cumainn
d’Íosa Críost atá os cionn na huile
d’fhonn a réir a leanúint.
A Mháthair mhánla, cuirse créachtaí
an tSlánaitheora, le tairngí a céasadh,
i lár mo chroí in achrann.
Peannaidí do Mhic a dheonaigh
ar mo shonsa cartadh is leonadh
a fhulaingt, roinn le m’anamsa.
I d’fhochair lig dom caoi go cráifeach,
masla is nimh an chéasta a chásamh,
fad a bheidh mé sa bheatha seo.
Ag an gCrois b’áil liom seasamh
is comhchumha a dhéanamh i d’fharradh,
in uailleacha is i gcathuithe.
A chaoinÓgh na n-ógh ró-uasal,
i do chomhluadar lig dom buaireamh,
a Mháthair, ná bí searbh liom.
Daingnigh bás do Mhic i mo chroíse,
tabhair páirt ina pháis do m’intinn
is cuimhneamh ar a chneácha.
Téadh gach cneá leis tríd an gcroí agam,
pianta a chroise ar m’intinn goilleadh,
bádh mé fuil an ardMhic.
A Mhaighdean mhánla, tabhair dom cúnamh,
tar do m’éileamh lá an bhreithiúnais,
ar an lasair seachain mé.
A Chríost, an t-am nach foláir dom éagadh,
trí idirghuí do Mháthar naofa
dáiltear craobh an chatha dom.
Bronn ar m’anamsa go fáilteach,
an cholainn dhaonna tráth a fhágfaidh,
glóir is aoibhneas parrthais.
Amen.
SOISCÉAL
Go raibh an Tiarna libh. Agus le do spiorad féin
Sliocht asan Soiscéal naofa de réir Naomh Eoin 19:25-27 Glóir duit, a Thiarna.
Sheas an Mháthair bhrónaeh chráite Ie hais Croise céasta a bláith Mhic, deora te á sileadh aici.
Bhí ina seasamh le hais chros Íosa, a mháthair,
agus deirfiúr a mháthar, Máire Chlópas, agus Máire Mhaigdiléana.
Nuair a chonaic Íosa a mháthair agus an deisceabal a ghráigh sé ina sheasamh lena hais,
dúirt sé lena mháthair: “A bhean, sin é do mhac.”
"Ansin dúirt sé leis an deisceabal: “Sin í do mháthair.”
Agus ón uair sin amach ghlac an deisceabal isteach ina bhaile féin í."
Soiscéal an Tiarna. Moladh duit, a Chriost
AN BÍOBLA NAOFA
© An Sagart
Liturgical Readings for: Sunday, 20th September, 2026
The Twenty-Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time Year A
World Day of Prayer for Migrants and Refugees
FIRST READING
A reading from the book of Isaiah 55:6-9
My thoughts are not your thoughts.
Seek the Lord while he is still to be found,
call to him while he is still near.
Let the wicked man abandon his way,
the evil man his thoughts.
Let him turn back to the Lord who will take pity on him,
to our God who is rich in forgiving;
for my thoughts are not your thoughts,
my ways not your ways - it is the Lord who speaks.
Yes, the heavens are as high above earth
as my ways are above your ways, my thoughts above your thoughts.
The Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God
Responsorial Psalm Ps 144:2-3.8-9. 17-18. Rv 18
Response The Lord is close to all who call him.
1. I will bless you day after day and praise your name for ever.
The Lord is great, highly to be praised, his greatness cannot be measured. Response
2. The Lord is kind and full of compassion, slow to anger, abounding in love.
How good is the Lord to all, compassionate to all his creatures. Response
3. The Lord is just in all his ways and loving in all his deeds.
He is close to all who call him, who call on him from their hearts. Response
SECOND READING
A reading from the letter of St Paul to the Philippians 1:20-24.27
Life to me is Christ.
Christ will be glorified in my body, whether by my life or by my death.
Life to me, of course, is Christ, but then death would bring me something more; but then again, if living in this body means doing work which is having good results- I do not know what I should choose. I am caught in this dilemma: I want to be gone and be with Christ, which would be very much the better, but for me to stay alive in this body is a more urgent need for your sake.
Avoid anything in your everyday lives that would be unworthy of the gospel of Christ.
The Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God
Gospel Acclamation Lk 19: 38
Alleluia, alleluia!
Blessings on the King who comes, in the name of the Lord!
Peace in heaven and glory in the highest heavens!
Alleluia!
Or Acts 16: 14
Alleluia, alleluia!
Open our heart, O Lord, to accept the words of your Son.
Alleluia!
GOSPEL
The Lord be with you And with your spirit.
A reading from the Gospel according to Matthew 20:1-16 Glory to you, O Lord
Why be envious because I am generous?
Jesus said to his disciples:
The kingdom of heaven is like a landowner going out at daybreak to hire workers for his vineyard. He made an agreement with the workers for one denarius a day, and sent them to his vineyard. Going out at about the third hour he saw others standing idle in the market place and said to them,
"You go to my vineyard too and I will give you a fair wage". So they went.
At about the sixth hour and again at about the ninth hour, he went out and did the same. Then at about the eleventh hour he went out and found more men standing round, and he said to them,
"Why have you been standing here idle all day?"
"Because no one has hired us" they answered. He said to them, "You go into my vineyard too".
In the evening, the owner of the vineyard said to his bailiff,"Call the workers and pay them their wages, starting with the last arrivals and ending with the first".
So those who were hired at about the eleventh hour came forward and received one denarius each. When the first came, they expected to get more, but they too received one denarius each. They took it, but grumbled at the landowner. "The men who came last" they said "have done only one hour, and you have treated them the same as us, though we have done a heavy day's work in all the heat."
He answered one of them and said,
"My friend, I am not being unjust to you; did we not agree on one denarius? Take your earnings and go. I choose to pay the last comer as much as I pay you. Have I no right to do what I like with my own? Why be envious because I am generous?"
Thus the last will be first, and the first, last.'
The Gospel of the Lord Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
For homily resources for this Sunday's Gospel click here: https://www.catholicireland.net/sunday-homily/
Taken from THE JERUSALEM BIBLE, published and copyright 1966 by Darton, Longman and Todd Ltd and Doubleday, a division of Random House Inc, and used by permission of the publishers.
Liturgical Readings for: Sunday, 20th September, 2026
CÉAD LÉACHTSliocht as leabhar Íseáia 55:6-9
Ní hiad mo bhearta bhur mbearta.
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Dia ag obair[/caption]Lorgaigí an Tiarna, fad a chuireann sé é féin air fáil;
glaoigí air, fad atá sé i ngar.
Fágadh an coirpeach a dhrochnós agus fear na hurchóide a bhearta.
Filleadh sé ar an Tiarna, a ghlacfaidh trua dó,
agus ar ár nDia, atá fial faoi mhaithiúnas.
Óir ní hiad mo bhearta bhur mbearta,
ná ní hiad bhur mbealaíse mo bhealaíse, briathar an Tiarna.
Is ard iad na spéartha os cionn na talún,
agus is comh-ard mo bhealaí os cionn bhur mbealaí
agus mo bhearta os cionn bhur mbearta.
Briathar an Tiarna Buíochas le Dia
Salm le Freagra Sm 144:2-3.8-9. 17-18. Rv 18
Freagra Is gairid an Tiarna dá ngaireann air.
1. Beannóidh mé thú gach uile lá agus molfaidh mé thú dé shíor.
Is mór é an Tiarna, is is ionmholta go mór é, ní féidir a mhórgacht a mheas. Freagra
2. Is ceansa trócaireach é an Tiarna, mall chun feirge agus lán de chineáltas.
Is maith é an Tiarna don uile ní, is is trócaireach é dá oibreacha uile. Freagra
3. Is fíréanta an Tiarna ina shlite uile is is naofa é ina oibreacha go léir.
Is gairid an Tiarna dá ngaireann air, dá ngaireann air go fírinneach. Freagra
DARA LÉACHT
Sliocht as litir N.Pól chuig naFilipigh 1:20-24.27
Mar is é Críost is beatha domsa
A bhráithre, nglóireofar Críost i mo chorp, cibé acu beatha nó bás atá i ndán dom. Mar is é Críost is beatha domsa agus ba shochar dom an bás. Ar an taobh eile, áfach, má bhíonn rath ar mo shaothar fad a mhairim sa cholainn, ní fheadar cé acu rogha a dhéanfaidh mé. Táim i gcás idir dhá chomhairle: tá fonn orm síothlú liom agus bheith fara Críost, mar ba é ba fhearr go mór. Ach is riachtanaí go bhfanfainn sa cholainn ar mhaithe libhse.Ní mór daoibh, áfach, bhur saol a thabhairt go fiúntach de réir dea-scéal Chríost.
Briathar an Tiarna Buíochas le Dia
Alleluia Véarsa Lc 19: 38
Alleluia, alleluia!
Is beannaithe an té atá ag teacht ina rí, in ainm an Tiarna!
Síocháin sna flaithis, agus glóire in uachtar
Alleluia!
SOISCÉAL
Go raibh an Tiarna libh. Agus le do spiorad féin
Sliocht as an Soiscéal naofa de réir Naomh Matha 20:1-16 Glóir duit, a Thiarna.
Nó an ea go bhfuil do shúilse éadmhar de bhrí go bhfuilim féin maith?’
San am sin dúirt Íosa lena dheisceabail:
“Óir is iad dála ríocht na bhflaitheas mar a bhí ag fear tí a ghabh amach go moch ar maidin chun lucht oibre a fhostú i gcomhair a fhíonghoirt. Réitigh sé leis na fir oibre ar dhéanar sa lá agus sheol sé isteach ina fhíonghort iad. Nuair a chuaigh sé amach timpeall an tríú huair, chonaic sé daoine eile ina seasamh díomhaoin in áit an mhargaidh agus dúirt sé leo: ‘Isteach i m’fhíonghort libhse freisin, agus díolfaidh mé libh an pá ceart.’ Agus isteach leo. Chuaigh sé amach arís timpeall an séú agus an naoú huair agus rinne sé an rud céanna. Ach nuair a chuaigh sé amach timpeall an aonú huair déag, fuair sé tuilleadh acu ann agus dúirt leo: ‘Cad a d’fhág anseo ar feadh an lae sibh agus sibh díomhaoin?’ Dúirt siad: ‘Mar nár fhostaigh aon duine sinn.’ Dúirt sé leo: ‘Sibhse freisin, isteach san fhíonghort libh.’
Nuair a bhí an tráthnóna ann, dúirt úinéir an fhíonghoirt leis an mbainisteoir: ‘Glaoigh ar na fir oibre agus tabhair dóibh a dtuarastal, siar ón dream déanach go dtí an dream is túisce a tháinig.’Nuair a tháinig muintir an aonú huair déag, fuair siad déanar an duine. Agus shíl an chéad dream nuair a tháinig siad go bhfaighidís níos mó. Ach is déanar an duine a fuair siad sin féin. Agus nuair a fuair siad é, bhí siad ag monabhar ar fhear an tí: ‘An dream déanach seo,’ deiridís, ‘níor thug siad ach an t-aon uair amháin, agus chuir tú ar aon dul iad féin agus sinne a d’fhulaing ualach an lae agus an brothall.’
D’fhreagair sé duine acu á rá: ‘Nílim ag déanamh aon éagóra ort, a chara: nach ar dhéanar a réitigh tú liom? Tóg a bhfuil ag dul duit agus imigh. Ach is áil liomsa oiread a thabhairt don fhear deireanach seo agus a thugaim duit. An ea nach bhfuil cead agam mo rogha ní a dhéanamh le mo chuid féin? Nó an ea go bhfuil do shúilse éadmhar de bhrí go bhfuilim féin maith?’
Sin mar a bheidh a bhfuil ar deireadh ar tosach agus a bhfuil ar tosach ar deireadh.”
Soiscéal an Tiarna. Moladh duit, a Chriost
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