Eighth Sunday After Pentecost
We have received Thy mercy, O God, in the midst of Thy temple; according to Thy name, O God, so also is Thy praise unto the ends of the earth: Thy right hand is full of justice. Ps. Great is the Lord, and exceedingly to be praised, in the city of God, in His holy mountain. V. Glory be to the Father.
Grant to us, O Lord, we beseech Thee, the spirit to think and do always such things as are right; that we who cannot exist with- out Thee, may be able to live according to Thy will. Through our Lord.
Brethren, we are debtors, not to the flesh, to live according to the flesh; for if you live according to the flesh, you shall die; but if by the Spirit you mortify the deeds of the flesh, you shall live. For whosoever are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. For you have not received the spirit of bondage again in fear, but you have re- ceived the spirit of adoption of sons, whereby we cry: Abba (Father). For the Spirit Himself giveth testimony to our spirit, that we are the sons of God; and if sons, heirs also; heirs indeed of God, and joint heirs with Christ.
Psalm 30:3; 70:1
Be Thou unto me a God, a protector, and a place of refuge, to save me. V. In Thee, O God, have I hoped: O Lord, let me never be confounded.
Alleluia, alleluia. V. Great is the Lord, and exceedingly to be praised, in the city of our God, in His holy mountain. Alleluia.
At that time, Jesus spoke to His disciples this parable: There was a certain rich man who had a steward; and the same was accused unto him that he had wasted his goods; and he called him, and said to him: How is it that I hear this of thee? Give an account of thy stewardship, for now thou canst be steward no longer. And the steward said within himself: What shall I do, because my lord taketh away from me the stewardship? To dig, I am not able: to beg, I am ashamed. I know what I will do, that when I shall be put out of the stewardship, they may receive me into their houses. Therefore calling together every one of his lord’s debtors, he said to the first: How much dost thou owe my lord? But he said: A hundred barrels of oil. And he said to him: Take thy bill, and sit down quickly, and write fifty. Then he said to another: And how much dost thou owe? Who said: A hundred quarters of wheat. He said to him: Take thy bill, and write eighty. And the lord commended the unjust steward, for as much as he had done wisely: for the children of this world are wiser in their generation than the children of light. And I say to you: Make unto you friends of the mammon of iniquity, that when you shall fail, they may receive you into everlasting dwellings.
Thou wilt save the humble people, O Lord, and wilt bring down the eyes of the proud; for who is God but Thee, O Lord?
Receive, we beseech Thee, O Lord, the gifts of Thy bounty which we bring to Thee, and by the power of Thy grace, may these holy mysteries sanctify our lives in this world and bring us to the joys of eternity. Through our Lord.
Taste and see that the Lord is sweet: blessed is the man that hopeth in Him.
May this heavenly mystery, O Lord, heal us both in soul and in body: and may we ever feel within us the power of the sacrament we celebrate. Through our Lord.