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Jun 3 - St Kevin of Glendalough (498?-618)
(The image left shows some of the ruins of the monastic city of Glendalough which grew up there after St Kevin (Irish Caoimhghin). The themes of Kevin's life include harmony with nature, a desire for solitude and asceticism, as well as the struggle around celibacy.
Patrick Duffy tells his story.
Dates of his Life
The year of Kevin’s birth is generally given as 498 and the Annals of Ulster record the date of his death as 618. This would give him 120 years! More likely he was born in the middle of the sixth century.
Sources
The sources for his story are the Codex Kilkenniensis in Marsh’s Library in Dublin which has three Latin Lives written probably in the 11th century and three Irish Lives transcribed by Michael O’Clery in 1629 from the old books that relied on oral traditions and pilgrims’ tales. Pádraig Ó Riain (Dictionary, 149) notes that no critical edition and evaluation of the saint's Lives has been attempted, so what we have about him are traditions.
Baptised by Cronan
His father was named Caomhlugh and his mother Caoimheall or Coemella. According to legend, when the boy was being brought to the priest Cronan for baptism, a person appeared and breathed on the child, blessing him and calling him Coemgen. Cronan believed this was an angel and said, “So shall he always be called Coemgenus ('beautiful born') for he will be most beautiful”.
Close to Nature and Love of Animals
Like many Celtic saints, Kevin was close to nature and had a great love of animals. When he was a boy, every morning and evening a white cow would come to his parents’ house with milk for him, perhaps symbolic of the wisdom, poetry and brightness associated with the boy.
Early Formation at Kilnamanagh
His parents brought him to the monastery of Kilnamanagh in Tallaght near Dublin and here he underwent instruction and spiritual formation by three holy men, Eoghan, perhaps of Ardstraw, Lóchán and Éanna of Kilnamanagh.
A Place of Solitude
But at an early age he wandered off into the Wicklow Mountains and spent time in solitude at first at Hollywood near Blessington and finally in Glendalough. Legend says his place of solitude was revealed when the owner of a cow that strayed into the area discovered that she began to produce great quantities of milk. His three teachers came and took him back to the monastery where he continued his studies.
More Miracles
A story from his training time at Kilnamanagh marks him out as extraordinary. One day Kevin was supposed to bring a source of fire to light the candles for Mass, but forgot. 'Run quickly for the fire and bring it,' an older monk shouted. 'How will I carry it?' Kevin asked. 'In your bosom,' came the reply. Kevin went instantly and collected the fire in a cloth he had around him, but neither his clothes nor his flesh were harmed in any way. The older monk, full of remorse, said,'O holy youth, I see that you are full of the Holy Spirit.'
Celibacy
Another story about his choice of celibacy relates to his time of training at Kilnamanagh. A young woman saw him with his companions in the fields and fell passionately in love with him and pursued him in many ways but he resisted her advances.One day she came on him alone and embraced him and asked him tenderly to lie with her. Kevin rushed away and finding a bed of nettles, stripped off his clothes and rolled himself in them naked. When she further pursued him, he quickly dressed, took up a bunch of nettles and beat her off. She, realising the hopelessness of her quest, quickly repented and went off herself to become a nun.
(Probably this story shows that at the heart of Kevin’s quest for holiness there was a real struggle.)
Ordained Priest
Kevin was ordained priest by Bishop Lugidius and founded a monastery at Cluainduaich, though the location of this is unknown.
Search for Solitude and the Ascetical Life
He soon was back again at Glendalough in search of solitude and the ascetical life. He first settled near the upper lake, and lived in a narrow cave in a rock above the lake still to be seen today and called 'St Kevin's Bed'. The cave is accessible by boat, but involves a steep upward climb.
Miracles of Nature
Kevin wore only wild animal skins and ate what food he could gather from the surrounding trees and plants. He slept on a stone slab with another stone as a pillow. Sometimes he would stand in the cold waters of the lake reciting the psalms - a common penitential practice for Irish monks - and keeping vigil. Many miracles of nature are told of him such as the one of his dropping his psalm book in the lake and it being brought back to him undamaged by an otter. Another is that during Lent, as he was praying with his arm outstretched, a blackbird settled in his palm, built herself a nest and laid an egg in it. Ever patient, kind and gentle to all living creatures, Kevin waited until the tiny bird had hatched and fledged before he moved, showing the harmony between him and nature.Community and Hermitage
A community of monks gathered round him, so he set up and ran a monastic settlement in the lower valley. After his death this became a monastic city. He also established a hermitage near his cave at the upper lake at Templenaskellig, dividing his time between his hermitage and the community. As an abbot who founded a monastic city, Kevin chose to remain as a priest rather than become a bishop. He spent most of his life at Glendalough, unlike some of his fellow saints who travelled widely on missionary journeys. Despite this remaining in one place, his influence and fame spread far and wide.
Death in Harmony with Nature
Before his death Kevin decided to remain permanently at his hermitage, asking his monks not to visit, bring food or disturb him in any way. The wild animals kept him company. A final story demonstrates the harmony with creation that seems to have surrounded him. A wild boar, which was being hunted, found its way into his oratory, closely pursued by dogs and men. The huntsmen, however, on seeing the saint kneeling under a tree praying, with birds perched on his shoulders and hands, were dumbfounded. The hounds lay down and would not go after the boar. For the sake of the hermit they all went quietly away and allowed the boar to go free. And so Kevin died.
His Spirit Lives On
Kevin's spirit still lives on in Glendalough. Fr Michael Rodgers, who spent many years as a missionary in Africa, has made his own tearmann or retreat house in the valley and welcomes those who want to follow in the footsteps of the saint. See www.tearmann.ie . There is also a hermitage there run by the Catholic Archdiocese of Dublin.
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Memorable Saying for Today
'I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour,
if we will only tune in.'
~ George Washington Carver ~
also
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away."
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Wednesday of the Ninth Week in Ordinary Time, Year 2
Our God is God of the living
Saint of the Day: 3 June; St Kevin, Irish abbot
C/f A short life of be this saint can be found below todays' Readings and Reflection
FIRST READING:
A reading from the second letter of St Timothy 1: 1-3. 6-12
Fan into a flame the gift that God gave you when I laid my hands on you.
From Paul, appointed by God to be an apostle of Christ Jesus in his design to promise life in Christ Jesus; to Timothy, dear child of mine, wishing you grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and from Christ Jesus our Lord.

Night and day I thank God, keeping my conscience clear and remembering my duty to him as my ancestors did, and always I remember you in my prayers.
This is why I am reminding you now to fan into a flame the gift that God gave you when I laid my hands on you. God's gift was not a spirit of timidity, but the Spirit of power, and love, and self-control. So you are never to be ashamed of witnessing to the Lord, or ashamed of me for being his prisoner; but with me, bear the hardships for the sake of the Good News, relying on the power of God who has saved us and called us to be holy - not because of anything we ourselves have done but for his own purpose and by his own grace.
This grace had already been granted to us, in Christ Jesus, before the beginning of time, but it has only been revealed by the Appearing of our saviour Christ Jesus. He abolished death, and he has proclaimed life and immortality through the Good News; and I have been named its herald, its apostle and its teacher. It is only on account of this that I am experiencing fresh hardships here now ; but I have not lost confidence, because I know who it is that I have put my trust in, and I have no doubt at all that he is able to take care of all that I have entrusted to him until that Day.
The Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God
Responsorial Psalm Ps 122:1-2. R/v 1
Response To you, O Lord, I lift up my eyes.
1. To you have I lifted up my eyes, you who dwell in the heavens:
my eyes, like the eyes of slaves on the hand of their lord.. Response
2. Like the eyes of a servant on the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes are on the Lord our God till he show us his mercy. Response
Gospel Acclamation Jn 17: 17
Alleluia, alleluia!
Your word is truth, O Lord, consecrate us in the truth.
Alleluia!
Or Jn 11: 25. 26
Alleluia, alleluia!
I am the resurrection and the life, says the Lord'
whoever believes in me will never die.
Alleluia!
GOSPEL
The Lord be with you And with your spirit.
A reading from the Gospel according to Mark 12: 18-27 Glory to you, O Lord
He is God, not of the dead, but of the living.
Some Sadducees, who deny that there is a resurrection came to Jesus and they put this question to him, '
Master, we have it from Moses in writing, if a man's brother dies leaving a wife but no child, the man must marry the widow to raise up children for his brother. Now there were seven brothers. The first married a wife and then died leaving no children. The second married the widow, and he too died leaving no children; with the third it was the same,
and none of the seven left any children. Last of all the woman herself died. Now at the resurrection, when they rise again, whose wife will she be, since she had been married to all seven?'Jesus said to them,
'Is not the reason why you go wrong, that you understand neither the scriptures nor the power of God? For when they rise from the dead, men and women do not marry; no, they are like the angels in heaven. Now about the dead rising again, have you never read in the Book of Moses, in the passage about the Bush, how God spoke to him and said:
I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob. He is God, not of the dead, but of the living. You are very much mistaken.'
The Gospel of the Lord. Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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Gospel Reflection Wednesday Ninth Week in Ordinary Time Mark 12:18-27
The question of the afterlife is one that has intrigued people from very earliest times. In today’s gospel reading, Jesus is approached by the members of a Jewish group, the Sadducees, who did not believe in life after death. They approach Jesus as someone whom they know has a different view on this issue to themselves. The question the Sadducees put to Jesus about the woman with seven husbands suggests that they understood life beyond death as simply an extension of this earthly life. However, Jesus’ reply suggests otherwise. ‘When they rise from the dead, men and women are like the angels in heaven’.
Life in heaven is not a mirror image of life on earth; it is qualitatively different. St Paul speaks about this life beyond death in terms of transformation. ‘We shall all be changed’, he says. For one thing, it will be a life with no trace of death in it. Today’s first reading declares that Christ has ‘abolished death and has proclaimed life and immortality through the Good News’. We would, of course, like to know more about this transformed life. In the Lord’s Prayer Jesus refers to heaven as the place where God’s will is done to the fullest possible extent. We are invited to pray, ‘Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven’. The transformation that awaits us is all that God wills for us, which according to Paul is our being fully conformed to the image of Christ himself.
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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 his book Reflections on the Weekday Readings : The Word is near to you, on your lips and in your heart by Martin Hogan and published by Messenger Publications c/f www.messenger.ie/bookshop/
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Saints of the Day: 3 June; 2. St Kevin, Irish abbot
Abbot, Kevin grew up in Kilnamanagh in Leinster, where Bishop Lugaid ordained him to the priesthood. He settled as a hermit in remote Glendalough but disciples gathered around him and eventually a monastic settlement grew up. Kevin died in 618
(The image left shows some of the ruins of the monastic city of Glendalough which grew up there after St Kevin (Irish Caoimhghin). The themes of Kevin's life include harmony with nature, a desire for solitude and asceticism, as well as the struggle around celibacy.
Patrick Duffy tells his story.
The year of Kevin’s birth is generally given as 498 and the Annals of Ulster record the date of his death as 618. This would give him 120 years! More likely he was born in the middle of the sixth century.
Sources
The sources for his story are the Codex Kilkenniensis in Marsh’s Library in Dublin which has three Latin Lives written probably in the 11th century and three Irish Lives transcribed by Michael O’Clery in 1629 from the old books that relied on oral traditions and pilgrims’ tales. Pádraig Ó Riain (Dictionary, 149) notes that no critical edition and evaluation of the saint's Lives has been attempted, so what we have about him are traditions.
Baptised by Cronan
His father was named Caomhlugh and his mother Caoimheall or Coemella. According to legend, when the boy was being brought to the priest Cronan for baptism, a person appeared and breathed on the child, blessing him and calling him Coemgen. Cronan believed this was an angel and said, “So shall he always be called Coemgenus ('beautiful born') for he will be most beautiful”.
Close to Nature and Love of Animals
Like many Celtic saints, Kevin was close to nature and had a great love of animals. When he was a boy, every morning and evening a white cow would come to his parents’ house with milk for him, perhaps symbolic of the wisdom, poetry and brightness associated with the boy.
Early Formation at Kilnamanagh
His parents brought him to the monastery of Kilnamanagh in Tallaght near Dublin and here he underwent instruction and spiritual formation by three holy men, Eoghan, perhaps of Ardstraw, Lóchán and Éanna of Kilnamanagh.
A Place of Solitude
But at an early age he wandered off into the Wicklow Mountains and spent time in solitude at first at Hollywood near Blessington and finally in Glendalough. Legend says his place of solitude was revealed when the owner of a cow that strayed into the area discovered that she began to produce great quantities of milk. His three teachers came and took him back to the monastery where he continued his studies.
More Miracles
A story from his training time at Kilnamanagh marks him out as extraordinary. One day Kevin was supposed to bring a source of fire to light the candles for Mass, but forgot. 'Run quickly for the fire and bring it,' an older monk shouted. 'How will I carry it?' Kevin asked. 'In your bosom,' came the reply. Kevin went instantly and collected the fire in a cloth he had around him, but neither his clothes nor his flesh were harmed in any way. The older monk, full of remorse, said, 'O holy youth, I see that you are full of the Holy Spirit.'Celibacy
Another story about his choice of celibacy relates to his time of training at Kilnamanagh. A young woman saw him with his companions in the fields and fell passionately in love with him and pursued him in many ways but he resisted her advances.One day she came on him alone and embraced him and asked him tenderly to lie with her. Kevin rushed away and finding a bed of nettles, stripped off his clothes and rolled himself in them naked. When she further pursued him, he quickly dressed, took up a bunch of nettles and beat her off. She, realising the hopelessness of her quest, quickly repented and went off herself to become a nun, would you believe?.
(Probably this story shows that at the heart of Kevin’s quest for holiness there was a real struggle.)
Ordained Priest
Kevin was ordained priest by Bishop Lugidius and founded a monastery at Cluainduaich, though the location of this is unknown.
Search for Solitude and the Ascetical Life
He soon was back again at Glendalough in search of solitude and the ascetical life. He first settled near the upper lake, and lived in a narrow cave in a rock above the lake still to be seen today and called 'St Kevin's Bed'. The cave is accessible by boat, but involves a steep upward climb.
Miracles of Nature
Kevin wore only wild animal skins and ate what food he could gather from the surrounding trees and plants. He slept on a stone slab with another stone as a pillow. Sometimes he would stand in the cold waters of the lake reciting the psalms - a common penitential practice for Irish monks - and keeping vigil. Many miracles of nature are told of him such as the one of his dropping his psalm book in the lake and it being brought back to him undamaged by an otter. Another is that during Lent, as he was praying with his arm outstretched, a blackbird settled in his palm, built herself a nest and laid an egg in it. Ever patient, kind and gentle to all living creatures, Kevin waited until the tiny bird had hatched and fledged before he moved, showing the harmony between him and nature.Community and Hermitage
A community of monks gathered round him, so he set up and ran a monastic settlement in the lower valley. After his death this became a monastic city. He also established a hermitage near his cave at the upper lake at Templenaskellig, dividing his time between his hermitage and the community. As an abbot who founded a monastic city, Kevin chose to remain as a priest rather than become a bishop. He spent most of his life at Glendalough, unlike some of his fellow saints who travelled widely on missionary journeys. Despite this remaining in one place, his influence and fame spread far and wide.
Death in Harmony with Nature
Before his death Kevin decided to remain permanently at his hermitage, asking his monks not to visit, bring food or disturb him in any way. The wild animals kept him company. A final story demonstrates the harmony with creation that seems to have surrounded him. A wild boar, which was being hunted, found its way into his oratory, closely pursued by dogs and men. The huntsmen, however, on seeing the saint kneeling under a tree praying, with birds perched on his shoulders and hands, were dumbfounded. The hounds lay down and would not go after the boar. For the sake of the hermit they all went quietly away and allowed the boar to go free. And so Kevin died.
His Spirit Lives On
Kevin's spirit still lives on in Glendalough. Fr Michael Rodgers, who spent many years as a missionary in Africa, has made his own tearmann or retreat house in the valley and welcomes those who want to follow in the footsteps of the saint. See www.tearmann.ie . There is also a hermitage there run by the Catholic Archdiocese of Dublin.
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Memorable Saying for Today
'I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station,
through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.'
~ George Washington Carver ~
also
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away."
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Sliocht as an dara Litir Naomh Tiomóid 1-3. 6-12
Tabhartas Dé a athmhúscailt, an tabhartas úd a fuair tú nuair a chuir mise mo lámha ort.
Mise Pól, aspal Chríost Íosa de thoil Dé, de réir ghealltanais na beatha atá againn I gCríost Íosa.
Guím grásta agus trócaire agus síocháin ó Dhia an tAthair agus ónár dTiarna Críost Íosa ar mo mhac muirneach Tiomóid. Gabhaim buíochas le Dia, a bhfuilim ag seirbhís dó le coinsias glan mar a dhéanadh mo shinsir romham, gach uair dá gcuimhním ort i m’urnaithe, rud a dhéanaim de lá agus d’oíche.Sin é an fáth a bhfuilim á chur i gcuimhne duit tabhartas Dé a athmhúscailt, an tabhartas úd a fuair tú nuair a chuir mise mo lámha ort. An spiorad a thug Dia dúinn ní spiorad na meatachta é ach spiorad na fearúlachta agus an ghrá agus an fhéinsmachta. Ná bíodh aon náire ort, dá bhrí sin, fianaise a thabhairt ar ár dTiarna agus ná bíodh aon náire ort fúmsa atá i mo phríosúnach ar a shon. Ní hea, ach fulaingse cruatan liom ar son an dea-scéil as ucht an chumais atá faighte agat ó Dhia.
Mar is é Dia a shlánaigh sinn agus a ghlaoigh orainn le naomhghlao, agus ní de bharr aon ní dá ndearnamarna é ach de bharr a thola agus a ghrásta féin. Bhí an grásta seo tugtha dúinn i gCríost Íosa ó thús aimsire ach is anois beag a foilsíodh é trí thaibhsiú ar slánaitheora Críost Íosa. Chuir seisean an bás ar neamhní agus thug chun solais an bheatha agus an neamhbhásmhaireacht trí bhíthin an dea-scéil. Agus táimse ceaptha i mo fhógróir agus i m’aspal agus i mo theagascóir ar an dea-scéal sin.
Sin é an fáth a bhfuil na nithe seo le fulaingt agam; ach ní náir liom iad mar go bhfuil a fhios agam cé air a bhfuil mo sheasamh: agus táim cinnte de go bhfuil ar a chumas an taisce a d’fhág sé faoi mo chúram a ghardáil go dtí an Lá úd.
Briathar Dé. Buíochas le Dia
Salm le Freagra Sm 122; 1-2. R/v1
Freagra Chugat a thógaim mo shúile
1. Chugat a thógaim mo shúile; chugatsa a chónaíonn ar neamh.
Mar shúile na ndaor ag faire ar lámha a dtiarna. Freagra
2. Mar shúile an chailín aimsire ag faire ar lámha a máistreása,
bíonn ár súile ag faire an Tiarna, ár nDia, nó go ndéana sé trócaire. Freagra
SOISCÉAL
Go raibh an Tiarna libh. Agus le do spiorad féin
Sliocht as Soiscéal naofa de réir Naomh Marcas, 12:18-27 Glóir duit, a Thiarna.
Ní hé Dia na marbh é, ach Dia na mbeo.
San am sin tháinig chuig Íosa Sadúcaigh – iad seo a shéanann an t-aiséirí a bheith ann – agus chuir siad ceist air:“A Mháistir,” ar siad, “scríobh Maois dúinn:
‘Má fhaigheann deartháir duine bás agus go bhfágann sé bean, ach nach bhfágann sé clann, go bpósfadh a dheartháir an bhaintreach, agus go dtógfadh sé sliocht dá dheartháir.’ Sea, bhí seachtar dearthár ann. Phós an chéad duine bean agus fuair sé bás gan sliocht a fhágáil. Phós an dara duine an bhaintreach ansin agus fuair sé bás gan sliocht a fhágáil; agus an tríú duine mar an gcéanna; níor fhág an seachtar aon sliocht. An bhean féin is déanaí a fuair bás. San aiséirí, nuair a éireoidh siad arís, cé acu a mbeidh an bhean ina bean chéile aige, óir bhí sí ina bean chéile ag an seachtar?”
Dúirt Íosa leo:
Ní hé “Nach é atá do bhur gcur amú, nach eol daoibh na scrioptúir ná cumhacht Dé? Óir nuair a éireoidh siad ó mhairbh, ní bhíonn fir ag pósadh ná mná á dtabhairt le pósadh, ach bíonn siad ar nós aingil Dé ar neamh. Maidir leis na mairbh a éirí arís, nár léigh sibh i Leabhar Mhaois, sa dréacht faoin Tor, conas mar a labhair Dia leis agus a dúirt: ‘Is mise Dia Abrahám, agus Dia Íosác, agus Dia Iacóib.’ Dia na marbh é, ach Dia na mbeo. Tá dul amú mór oraibh.”
Soiscéal an Tiarna. Moladh duit, a Chriost
AN BÍOBLA NAOFA
© An Sagart
- The Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ - Corpus Christi -
FIRST READING
A reading from the Book of Deuteronomy 8:2-3. 14-16
He fed you with manna which neither you nor your fathers had known.
Moses said to the people:‘Remember how the Lord your God led you for forty years in the wilderness, to humble you, to test you and know your inmost heart - whether you would keep his commandments or not. He humbled you, he made you feel hunger, he fed you with manna which neither you nor your fathers had known, to make you understand that man does not live on bread alone but that man lives on everything that comes from the mouth of the Lord.
Do not then forget the Lord your God who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery: who guided you through this vast and dreadful wilderness, a land of fiery serpents, scorpions, thirst;
who in this waterless place brought you water from the hardest rock;
who in this wilderness fed you with manna that your fathers had not known.
The Word of the Lord Thanks be to God.
Responsorial Psalm Ps 147:12-15. 19-20. R/v 12
Response O praise the Lord, Jerusalem!
or Alleluia!
1. O praise the Lord, Jerusalem! Zion, praise your God!
He has strengthened the bars of your gates, he has blessed the children within you. Response
2. He established peace on your borders, he feeds you with finest wheat.
He sends out his word to the earth and swiftly runs his command. Response
3. He makes his word known to Jacob, to Israel his laws and decrees.
He has not dealt thus with other nations; he has not taught them his decrees. Response
SECOND READING
A reading from the first letter of St Paul to the Corinthians 10:16-17

There is only one loaf means that, though there are many of us, we form a single body.
The blessing-cup that we bless is a communion with the blood of Christ,
and the bread that we break is a communion with the body of Christ.
The fact that there is only one loaf means that, though there are many of us,
we form a single body because we all have a share in this one loaf.
The Word of the Lord Thanks be to God.
Sequence
(Choice: We may use the whole sequence or the final three stanzas marked with an asterisk*)
Sing forth, O Zion, sweetly sing
The praises of thy Shepherd-King,
In hymns and canticles divine;
Dare all thou canst, thou hast no song
Worthy his praises to prolong,
So far surpassing powers like thine.
Today no theme of common praise
Forms the sweet burden of thy lays-
The living, life-dispensing food
That food which at the sacred board
Unto the brethren twelve our Lord
His parting legacy bestowed.
Then be the anthem clear and strong,
Thy fullest note, thy sweetest song,
The very music of the breast:
For now shines forth the day sublime
That brings remembrance of the time
When Jesus first his table blessed.
Within our new King's banquet-hall
They meet to keep the festival
That closed the ancient paschal rite:
The old is by the new replaced;
The substance hath the shadow chased;
And rising day dispels the night.
Christ willed what he himself had done
Should be renewed while time should run,
In memory of his parting hour:
Thus, tutored in his school divine,
We consecrate the bread and wine;
And lo - a Host of saving power.
This faith to Christian men is given
Bread is made flesh by words from heaven:
Into his blood the wine is turned:
What though it baffles nature's powers
Of sense and sight? This faith of ours
Proves more than nature e'er discerned.
Concealed beneath the two-fold sign,·
Meet symbols of the gifts divine,
There lie the mysteries adored:
The living body is our food;
Our drink the ever-precious blood;
In each, one undivided Lord.
Not he that eateth it divides
The sacred food, which whole abides
Unbroken still, nor knows decay;
Be one, or be a thousand fed,
They eat alike that living bread
Which, still received, ne'er wastes away.
The good, the guilty share therein,
With sure increase of grace or sin,
The ghostly life, or ghostly death:
Death to the guilty; to the good
Immortal life. See how one food
Man's joy or woe accomplisheth.
We break the Sacrament; but bold
And firm thy faith shall keep its hold;
Deem not the whole doth more enfold
Than in the fractured part resides:
Deem not that Christ doth broken lie;
'Tis but the sign that meets the eye;
The hidden deep reality
In all its fullness still abides.
*Behold the bread of angels, sent
For pilgrims in their banishment,
The bread for God's true children meant,
That may not unto dogs be given:
Oft in the olden types foreshowed;
In Isaac on the altar bowed,
And in the ancient paschal food,
And in the manna sent from heaven.
*Come then, good shepherd, bread divine,
Still show to us thy mercy sign;
Oh, feed us still, still keep us thine;
So may we see thy glories shine
In fields of immortality;
*O thou, the wisest, mightiest, best,
Our present food, our future rest,
Come, make us each thy chosen guest,
Co-heirs of thine, and comrades blest
With saints whose dwelling is with thee.
Gospel Acclamation Jn 6: 51-52
Alleluia, alleluia!
I am the living bread which has come down from heaven says the Lord.
Anyone who eats this bread will live for ever
Alleluia!
GOSPEL
The Lord be with you And with your spirit.
A reading from the Gospel according to John 6:51-58 Glory to you, O Lord
My flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.
Jesus said to the Jews:
I am the living bread which has come down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will live for ever; and the bread that I shall give is my flesh, for the life of the world.'
Then the Jews started arguing with one another: 'How can this man give us his flesh to eat?' they said.

Jesus replied:
I tell you most solemnly, if you do not eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you will not have life in you.
Anyone who does eat my flesh and drink my blood has eternal life,
and I shall raise him up on the last day.
For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.
He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood lives in me and I live in him.
As I, who am sent by the living Father, myself draw life from the Father,
so whoever eats me will draw life from me.
This is the bread come down from heaven; not like the bread our ancestors ate: they are dead, but anyone who eats this bread will live for ever.'
The Gospel of the Lord Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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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.
- SOLLUNTAS CHORP CHRIOST -
CÉAD LÉACHT
Sliocht as an Leabhar Deotranaimí 8:2-3. 14-16
Chothaigh thú le manna nárbh eol duit féin ná do d’aithreacha
Dúirt Moois leis an bpobal:
‘Cuimhnigh ar an gcaoi go léir ar threoraigh an Tiarna do Dhia thú le daichead bliain san
fhásach, d’fhonn tú a umhlú, tú a phromhadh, agus eolas a chur ar rún do chroí féachaint an gcoimeádfá a aitheanta nó nach ndéanfá. D’umhlaigh sé thú agus d’fhág ocrach thú agus chothaigh thú le manna nárbh eol duit féin ná do d’aithreacha, d’fhonn é a chur in iúl duit nach ar arán amháin a mhaireann an duine, ach go maireann an duine ar gach ní a thagann ó bhéal Dé.Ná déan dearmad ansin ar an Tiarna do Dhia a thug amach thú as tír na hÉigipte, as teach na daoirse; a threoraigh thú tríd an bhfásach mór uafásach seo, dúiche nathracha tintí agus scairpeanna, agus tarta; a thug uisce as an gcarraig chrua san áit róthirim seo; a chothaigh san fhásach thú le manna nárbh eol do d’aithreacha, d’fhonn go n-úmhlódh sé thú agus tú a phromhadh agus tairbhe a dhéanamh duit i ndeireadh na dála.
Briathar an Tiarna Buíochas le Dia
Salm le Freagra Sm 147: 12-15. 19-20. R/v 12
Freagra Mol an Tiarna, a Iarúsailéim.
Malairt Freagra Alleluia!
I. Mol an Tiarna, a Iarúsailéim, mol do Dhia, a Sión;
toisc gur dhaingnigh sé boltaí do dhoirse, is gur bheannaigh sé do chlann istigh ionat. Freagra
2. Dhaingnigh sé síocháin i do chríocha, bheir sé do sháith duit de smior na cruithneachta.
Cuireann sé a ordú uaidh chun na talún, ritheann a bhriathar go mear. Freagra
3. Foilsíonn sé a bhriathar do lácób, a chánacha is a phroiceapta d’ Isráél
Ní dhearna sé amhlaidh do náisiúin eile; níor nocht sé dóibh a phroiceapta. Alleluia! Freagra
DARA LÉACHT
Sliocht as céad Litir Naomh Pól chuig Coirintigh 10:16-17
Ós aon arán amháin é, níl ionainne dá líonmhaire sinn ach aon chorp amháin.

A bhráithr,:cupa an altaithe a bheannaímid, nach páirtíocht i bhfuil Chríost é? Agus an t-arán a bhrisimid nach páirtiocht i gcorp Chríost é?
Ós aon arán amháin é, níl ionainne dá líonmhaire sinn
ach aon chorp amháin toisc go gcaithimid go léir an t-aon arán amháin.
Briathar an Tiarna Buíochas le Dia
Rosc
Gabh ag moladh an tSlánaitheora,
a Sión, mol an t-aoire, an treoraí
in iomainn is í gcainticí.
Moltar leat le dícheall croí é,
mar gach moladh sháraigh Iosa,
is ni leor do ghradam dó.
Abhar speisialta molta farat
arán beo agus lón na beatha
go sonrách an taca seo.
An t-arãn is léir gur dáileadh
do dhilbhuion an dârêag bràthar
i naomhphroinn na heaspartan.
Moladh iomlán dó, moladh ceolmhar,
lúchâir dhílis chroiúil chórach,
ardach aoibhinn aigne.
Mar i gcuimhne chruinn an lae seo
céadchaitheadh proinn na féile
a bunaíodh ar mhaithe linn.
Sa phroinn sin an nuareachta
is an nuaRi, chuir nuaPhasca
deireadh leis an seanreacht.
Chuir an nuaiocht an ruaig ar ársacht,
chuir an fhire ar dibirt scáthacht,
chuir an lá an oiche in anbhroid.
An t-éacht a rinne Críost ag bord ann,
ina dhilchuinihne dúinne d’ordaigh
é a dhéanamh fairis sin.
Ag gêileadh d’ordú an té a thug grâ dúinn
arán is fíon go fíor sacrãlam
in iobartach ár leasaithe.
Alt dár gcreideamh fíor go ndéantar
feoil de arãn, den fhion fuil cheart,
don ChrIostai mar a theagasctar.
An rud nach bhfeictear is nach smaoinítear
le dlúthchreideamh daingítear
thar ghnáthréim an aiceanta.
Ceiltear faoi éagsúlaeht gnéithe,
faoi chomharthaí nach nithe in aon chor,
seoda caoine rafara.
Feoil an t-arán, fuil an fíon ann,
in iomlãine fanann Criost ann
faoi gach gné go dearfa.
An caitheoir, gan roinnt gan pléascadh,
gan aon bhriseadh, gan aon réabadh,
glacann slán an tabhartas.
Glacann duine é, glacann míle,
ni mó cion slua de nâ cion aoinfhir,
ná ní idíonn caitheamh é.
Glacann daoine, an t-olc is an maith, é,
glacann fós faoi mhalairt ratha é,
bheireann bâs nó beatha dóibh.
Don dea-thear beatha, bâs don drochfhear
dáiltear; féach nach ionann toradh,
cé gurb ionann caitheamh dóibh.
An tsacraimint faoi dheoigh ma bhristear,
créid go bhfaightear i ngach giota
n méid go cruinn a bhi san uile,
an t-iomlán gan easnamh.
Ar aon ní ni théann an briseadh,
ach amháin ar chomharthaí nithe,
a d’flág an ní faoin gcomhartha againne
slAn i gcló is i gcalmacht.
Féach, arãn na n-aingeal
á thabhairt mar bhia don slua ar marthain:
arán is taca is is lón na leanai
nach caite chun na madraí.
Is léir a réamhchomharthaí le hinsint:
Isác ma iobartach mar a sineadh,
uan na Cásca mar a ídíti,
mar a dháilti manna ó thlaitheasa.
A Aráin chirt, a Aoire dhílis,
dáil do thrócaire orainn, a Iosa,
beathaigh sinn, tabhair ión an chroi dOinn,
las le do thaitneamhacht ár n-intinn
sa saol úd thall na marthana.
A Rí na gcumhacht, an ulle ós léir duit,
ós ár lón thú ar an saol seo,
bímis is na naoimh le chéile
inár gcomhoidhrí ar do naomhríocht
ag an bhfleá in ardbhrú parthais.
Amen! Alleluia!
Alleiuia Vearsa Eo 6:51-52
Alleluia, alleluia!
Is mise an t-arân beo a tháinig anuas ó neamh, a deir an Tiarna.
Má itheann duine an t-arán seo mairfidh sé go deo.
Alleluia
Go raibh an Tiarna libh. Agus le do spiorad féin
Sliocht as Soiscéal naofa de réir Naomh Eoin 6:51-58 Glóir duit, a Thiarna.
Is bia go fíor mo chuid feola agus is deoch go fíor mo chuid fola.
San am sin dúirt Íosa leis na sluaite:
Is mise an t-arán beo a tháinig anuas ó neamh. Má itheann duine an t-arán seo mairfidh sé go deo, agus an t-arán a thabharfaidh mé uaim is é m’fheoil é [a thabharfar] ar son bheatha an domhain.”
Bhí na Giúdaigh ansin ag aighneas le chéile á rá: “Conas is féidir don duine seo a fheoil
a thabhairt dúinn le hithe?”

Dúirt Íosa leo:
“Amen, Amen, a deirim libh, mura n-íosfaidh sibh feoil Mhac an Duine,
agus a chuid fola a ól, ní bheidh beatha agaibh ionaibh.
An té a itheann m’fheoil agus a olann m’fhuil, tá an bheatha shíoraí aige,
agus tógfaidh mé suas é an lá deireanach.
Is bia go fíor mo chuid feola agus is deoch go fíor mo chuid fola.
An té a itheann m’fheoil agus a ólann m’fhuil cónaíonn sé ionamsa agus cónaímse ann. Amhail mar a chuir an tAthair beo mise uaidh, agus mar is beo mise tríd an Athair, mar an gcéanna, an té a itheann mise, mairfidh sé tríom.
Is é seo an t-arán a tháinig anuas ó neamh. Ní ionann is an manna ar ith bhur n-aithreacha é agus go bhfuil siad marbh; an té a itheann an t-arán seo, mairfidh sé go deo.”
Soiscéal an Tiarna. Moladh duit, a Chriost
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