Lord, You are the true Vine and I am a branch. Prune what is unfruitful within me.
Sacred Heart of Jesus, pour out mercy upon families, communities, and nations.
Lord, help us to move beyond words and put our faith into action.
Lord, sanctify the ordinary moments of my day.
Eternal Father, through the angel’s message
As the week unfolds, I reflect on the importance of stillness.
Blessed Mother, teach me to say yes to God’s will. In uncertainty, grant me courage.
“I smelled the Spring on the smoky wind, dirty old town, dirty old town.” These words from Salford songwriter Ewan MacColl’s classic 1949 ballad “…
Father, as You declared at the Transfiguration, “This is My Beloved Son; listen to Him.”
Lord, make me attentive to suffering around me.
