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veikkoalen · 2 days ago

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1. no. he wears whatever's there

2. phonk or metalcore probably

3. he broke two knives during a certain event

4. he'd be an all survivable cocktoach type of guy if he didn't land on a friend's couch in the end

5. typical grunge shit with stupid edgy trinkets here and there

6. he bleaches it and if he does, it must be platinum blonde otherwise his face is melting off from embarrassment

7. crocodiles cuz theyre cool and have one of the strongest bites and he likes reptiles in general

8. twitch cuz hes jumpy. given by his school circle and stuck to him ever since

9. he has severe acid reflux issues but he doesn't give a fuck most of the time and therefore suffers a lot. avid orange flavored chocolate enjoyer

10. he wears imitation jewelry from time to time. silver chains/pendants or plain black rings. his fav stone is fluorite

11. he has my ex haircut and half of my interests/garbage traits. he's not antisocial and unwilling to live though. he wouldnt have understood me probably but the friendship could work

12. he's somewhere in his early 20s and he was born july 12 just because i want so. he hates his birthdays cuz they always ended up with a fucking disaster

13. native english and solid french but nobody knows about the latter : )

14. better than me, he liked calculus back in school

15. a single child in a nuclear family. his uncles and aunts do exist but somewhere far away. he lived with his parents till 18, left after a grand fight and nobody wanted him to come back. he lives with his best friend now

16. a cat called razor. he's fucking huge and kind of an entity by itself

17. school books and stuff. nerd

18. lying yes, stealing yes, killing – well it's not like he can say no at this point

19. he has a lot of patience but if you mention his family or try to guilt trip him he's likely to rip your head off

20. he can but he doesn't have his own car. when he drives others' cars he keeps them clean

21. bowling courts

22. yes if drunk, no to else

23. same as [REDACTED], he smokes and yells a lot so it's a bit creaky. he can

24. he can draw and he's a good marksman but he ditched everything atm

25. hearing is fine, vision is –1/–1.5, he's squinting a lot recently

26. he's very well coordinated and he has a light foot. kinda required since he's broke and entered a number of places around the neighborhood

27. he likes archery, shooting, biathlon and curling

28. he spends time around people he likes. and he gets physical if he cant stand someone

29. no. but id say he feels like dust

30. cigarettes 🙄

31. he doesnt know what to gift to people really, he loves any gifts but quality clothes/shoes would melt him

32. he knocks doors and boxes before opening them including fridges and cupboards and everything that has a handle

33. walking trouble by most and gentle soul by best friend

34. damaged goods

35. he let it get irreversibly destroyed

i wanted to make an oc ask game 😋 things i like to ask people abt their characters:

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

how crafty/resourceful are they?

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

favorite animal? why?

do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

what languages do they speak? how fluently?

are they any good with numbers?

how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

their favorite place to be?

do they sleep well at night?

how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

do they smell like anything notable?

do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

do they ever return home?

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libidomechanica · 4 months ago

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Untitled Poem # 12099

A limerick sequence

Therein? For evening men may stand near, because he gold of him, fresher takes to a scope for the sprinkling for what old England, being worm, the light-wind so good.

Well our prayer foot their hand neuter, which men from their married to take and bless; and scorn hardly breast. The truth is my hand you wert those who in Greciated, which more.

Soon as beauty I descend, or else but my for a mother’s barge, and long chest form shamefastness. Or kiss drops fragrant zone; sweet and rapt abominable type.

I spoke the frame, a mystery, but they never in itself in ev’ry glen sae bushy, O, aboon the punch. A little wild House it’s invisible a stars.

And in the native in my specularly sets that, for where in Glenturer air, first height beat natures, all so false, and tears in a miser’s work prevail. From thee!

When my tomb, and loved that glide the blow. When be such with children discouraged, or till red from their caste Lethean springs may be wise against the stark unprint the dry.

Name is as if but ah, how pretty. ’St men star, he demon fee. Nation, to tasted sire shaken he marriers were beach night; we might of loves, tears, to enioy!

Not move this you. And steals to do. To be some stay. To prove that home; and thumb and years his liking on theirs. And is her hands, gather planet, where of his works are hers.

Brings. Is end; who scarce his sicker wilderneath is a like one is sword sick I mean things. Betwixt thered this round in clay? To choose against the conquer all? It kill.

Twas borne with Jove, the darkling sea! They must he lonely stuck out, not alone that haunts to part, I climes he know the grew a fireside; she smote me when hand the glen.

How of speedwell, indeed like my crown’d with does not heard of my sweet him—and whisper Peace. And I with songs are times who came to encounts to shalt do; first her garbage.

Mountain morning, playing careless the glen. Ah, which show, yet feele them more, bearing in a wig. Examples for himself, and hope that should I have a gift or less.

On life is crook. Excepting the snowing Hope alone a Dedicating in the Prince with many a bird! Into you could hare, nor is the glass; I hear me wrong.

He that binds none hands. Gin ye be, tells did bind thy reason armed Amphions of plan? Nor can know my sweet; that I have told me, to kill together; just two sight, again.

Betwixt they find and hope will come voices of designet there and or red. So works in his speech; come heart; and, who slumber met him well, hear, he shall have pass; my weight.

A shot me my love in golden half off tail the may Place it roused eye, each increased and breath! And each. Which I set freely, if in fancy trouble play’d, or by years.

For a day was not they refused example. My Muses’ heart, I read and with her year: impetuous spring a fair, was borne Muse man were merry song, all is gone.

Which methings from hot July can tears ago. Since odds and fruit me be eight than I, how dwarf heart all its by years Ay me, Jamie, come should length, to those babes of Yule.

Should reproachine where, then bloom, and saw fairer face, among, demanded when he roofs. Deepening in her brough ne’er experimentary time remnant lips, that in me.

And hopeful of thing still all me on his nations leapt below, her garden of my own heart beat thou hadst the tumult froth. The vault with his arm and wade me try me.

’ But stay, what beat the fought; expecting no words make your old Europe. Thy conversede all be unders cross the ring; till in silk and golden hours! I would fall with me.

Mule’, and know me and added thee. Let’s loud of Vengeance she blind, leaves a little world sorrow’d; he fire, and I have themes, I then, and in the past; nor letter whose life.

By vainly to my foe, towers the trebly sweet roam. I sometime what on the be, the scythe Indian forgive? Not she answer got his somewhere and presse: not lawns.

But twentieth name …. There Max to be guest, the invidious birth, for a day and blossom profits in summer eyes were bless he fetched, and purest soul has fetter?

Was lovely should principle of the inscription or popularity. Four voice was she, that died; and undulation, and you are apt to trembling rose, and you!

With an answer, echo of me and sweet and as soft when will not a heart away. How august toil up as the root; lions, ’ but I an earth light it could common!

Thy spire, sequacious yearning Hope, and batters of Mary’s changed in civil powers? Saying elsewhere shall every lass than I lie with tumult of these out the more.

Like miser’s times she, Blythe, blow, they went. A flows on, that coast, and ideal that creature image care, o sounds of hope in order; when now, loues daggers never in three.

Haw bayberry way; the faith, and shape delude woe; just linger how only thro’ memoriam A. Recalls here the hare, to thing a tear, but hope thee range; twas a cold.

’Er with them down to turned flood of you, where. With honey locks a breathes again: thought is let me chosen; now the host. The Purple friendship grew distantial was bom old.

Three, since thee merely thine of a thine. And song into hearer in mine blushed and find she law, to put our maid of Chance, like the little screw and life shade by his dead?

I, the doth one that, at human the long while others cold hours of our Sonnet- A-Day Newsletters? But as a pass’d by ever sorts have drain’d change’s knife: it kill.

Regret is at once more. Be all the unknown this my darlings hot or divine, hers be enviable tepid poor; which we came, that love; he balanced him be done!

—Jamie, couch’d the unnamed name my power life have you. What fades, heart in dying, turn, and yet need noon the stretch thing? The Banquet in London stall me where on my love.

And camps’ be quite reason’s too in Glenturit glen sae bushes pierce wound some sans bans in every sure which methink to me: such as vain. And with sweet thou made can bide?

That come vnto the labyrinths are could aim best be seem thinks the live, from harmonious birds, that may sparental tears, to rhymes, and with lap, nay league as I. My face.

Forefingers and worse, nor the petrel once as light, but see and we went after house, yet I love: ’—so sing tears have her the die by the good: defined. Over discern!

And vacant and all triumphed, I dream the loved, and, ere I thing: since they hell. And me! Will blood, and, where we command it was pleasant possession her. Thou cast away.

Thou should fair, such a flute mid the old Europe and earth be the blind whirl the dead, fill woman inners; a pedigree time. Blythe and so long-withdrawn to chase of thee.

Flash one is kill the for than Pittsburgh. And brough they bring in tis you, each, the melancholy numb place, start. If I could nothing; we had on that I have to discern!

Their jealous point,—what vague fears, ambrosial day and points,—I love my native growth most expressed me shells, or twist to the hilts by rail spell our commonplace! This heard brow.

Likewise and her eyelids. ’Er those fading below, which to more; that old December string, of Shakspeare loves to roam the found aboon the village eyes that hemisphere.

Said: Henceforth self-denial solid corrections at thine on hills—teenagers. Half coming, but with yourse; for sides tell Aurea at reason’s daily breathe bower?

Chewed-off divide the Root—and sage, the care. And that other recognize your for thro’ darkness or because a churl in and so infant cry, Alas you forgive me.

With soft and round, listen win. But she bring up the nature breaking and in mean the light of letter encloud, as insider touch of air torturing on the sea.

And the virtuous pangs that love in the cheeks. When I looks and thought nor candy at make the sparkled keep itself wheat, confusion’d round a steel cable shall fill’d me.

Even by years …. Your upper its for gude, and rollest lingers brilliance am so far away as write wrangle all. Not tear, and spendthrifts and rights Reserves to thine.

Left it, and lassie, O. At each us our annalist or leaves to these hurt here in you in the join my yellow-white against a cricket as walk in this side?

Was deares at that you ignoble Vashti! Matches, whose sugar first friend, you, with honey of lilies of men storm, his her underness; but ring indeed—our kept.

Half-stare of elegant’ et cetera— couldn’t know. For thee, for poor girls, and for joy to him who rolls to the night suffice had hand. Of a kind leaf has talk’d but plain.

Came a Tyrant power chanc’d among the eye, shalt be myrtle; why did them when a crescended. On their slavery woman’s hair, discord. Begin, a beasts within.

Dying wakeness iron maiden, you, as if Diana stuffed and wheel’d on my love my lettuce white lessed? Or river bore while ones; we’ll loue doth winding bed.

Now braver ship, equal possession to love, letting I creeds. No visual in their did not her how, ’ my love, nor one except only thro’ the imp beleeue than soul.

And oh, my dream and the more the place, how music shall diviner force, bearing? Being in tis soon absolvèd; if e’er bend? And the words, day, Sir, the most thou do bring.

But scorn: stile lights of men more and in the nape guess God’s own? Rose-cheeks but for I can breath for whom all other, I would you reach humour make the birds that frankindness.

The creeps besides, he only cunning indeed: we went. The Lord, and flesh shall nature, obsessed, and lost dead sit, I am. I saw not enamour me where a life!

Said, on thee. Not build and with they continents, the silver by yonder if April blood and brough opposition mine: have concentreat, thy firmament divine can.

The Mermaid’s unquiet neither, was gude red jewel set to me wishes of a ticket with thee. As honours was at last lost he schools, letting in discord-loving hinge ….

Pale of pride, that lov’d in the days descended; when I as a part. Present’s head of ice had touch will am learnd euen there. And this very bird in versed, silver saw.

Tis sang with human she die! He sea, admits but a dream of you go. I lou’d, but not grieve as thou art to deal to bear works in you know much like sire within.

The week: the bride with soft come try maze of an and I weeping. As his knee, the lone, I prize: not made the table, which or pity— and count onely gifts might be.

Worthy ev’n see, and years before; the like of latest last day, except only perish: look yes I makest think the mist, that of woe is rain. Till slow as trust do?

Not, but as kinder who waken. But whatever, never weep, and suck’d they turned win my flit, and years misspells of thee, o Vashti! We pause to deck their green, on ear’?

See my day for gentle, pardon, sweet Hesperate boat once. Nails him all, of fresh from above ours, you say. Mine each is leapt but the wet, she diamond finds ta’en he sleep.

And her it well loue; heart of friend can tea—we held all the dusk revenge: A Ballochmyle! The your great vernal shall beginning, a sober me. That you hast this.

How my sorry I can all is disciplined to, them in her eyes have behind that e’er sorts of the ear. The weeping its my will sit below, when that binds are gone.

My nation blue like a great depth and your face, and your poets on a dove, she is snow shalt not the paid, in partial earth and the on hills with them bases of men.

New Year the stream of lilies of my life! Know is look’d out the roofs and now appeal thou bring inward again so comforter ape, but so fair; I love Frankenstein.

Of vestals of time hame? The gray preeming poysond play. How is lips, and love: I could takes of shepheard, and I past. Into your love appear the heart, are mellowing!

Tho’ with me. So kind of snares of thistles all: wrecked out the glen. Until some know; the circled with the cattle red gowden with over Sinaï’s pencil’d in matterie?

My dream of their body know. But the cloud, so to be my lyre; being here’s naught is his latest all the has built here he; the by what is; and I wanton air.

And other, as out, first twenty cheeks of the glen say, to fix’d in effect. But since that gather, and their branch and pale will bitter glass, yet how; our worst of Scandal.

And buds of other, know not a misguide her bathe marriage. And wealthy call the nymph purgations lyre; being negroes and dance an inclinations finer foretold.

If the whispers of Europe’s joy, on the this booth, Paulo Majora. And enters leap, and out of hissing, that early rises write well, if God; the wing, Oh.

And in me; nor case a benison. Belovëd, my Sandy fool that beat the burden hand, a Spirits: yet dear Annie of recognize. I believe; although God.

Her so much we two other death, because I smells, and merry walk up shoe thy nature gets which burn. In summer and if at no near the train of lust on to you.

After mood of molten go too precedent Poor twisting stayed soul that seen thy own bud and risen. The winds, to drawing Death throught pendulous shade of thy love, while.

How good: oh, your unmistakable on every bird! For credit willowship as lurks in dying chaste some down wi’ a rank frontiers he dark yew, that one with smoke.

And scorching that life, then talked aside and no precede like men might regardless faire a little silver beauty, clear. And here, so I, made him I long madrigals.

’ Thus left alone in the year that fresh bloom in something his been a lucid veil. And aspire, or every gulf as the Lochroyan, he hand, no one life; but list of Hell.

Herein one away o’erlook’d with tidings of blood before up the day. Too complishments earth, and once decreed, ye roses old: but even into seek the words will.

Many for the songs to be playing its feature loves himself in a goodness for it not one far- off was girt to picked upon her blow. Who the unhappy tomb.

The light show only forced away: being side? I believe the door were lesson’ they turns around, where, a plan to graceful soul canker of the chestnut passingly!

And sever, blesser lips of the cargo and onward the electric&spindly ere you, in wide, and score of the still, and me from more: to talked in dear. How down worse.

And combining for distant melody sits and sun restors coltish neighbors, going hills, and the stood. Floating rose out of Worldly tears that you have in dire.

How hair; a though these. They shadows brother grief is tombs I be lose her eyes; that while, the Memory: our from his gone act and act at he is wrough if I spoken.

To match? Or colour, and Tears canonizations where, sequacious of shade, I see never knew the renew’d by a summits fading, chatter white hairs: they locked peace.

Tis always and wooded walls melt like the gloom to-day; but to clutched for the river sod, thy sweet sense is great vernal, still in its dwelling bed-dent and get your soul!

Leave the wet grass. Of the miser mind out: the dare scawled over weeping Babe, and rude in vision handlelight on love mystery, but all silent voice a soul.

Together know what Love it) will Yes. ’ Right my cheek, break in heart as the ground in, who tremble patient, his wife may servant to the wild can now! But ensues, whose break.

’ Which the days, No, it’s prince’s lot, couleur de rose muffled motion short a constance a share that shall night, if youth was good dead hope. Ah, taking and gloss: ah, sweet skill.

’ Like: and unknown, the deeper eyes were lessed me, if the low long chill overcomes a bleed, but mine, by blowing up their sheet and gibber and wit, tender-lying.

That, eye I eyed, seeing she is an open the leave to the lot. New-year, and roar, nor child; when an animals, supremely hand. Such another see his gone.

To lead bind many a sudden thee truth for talker! To take from, and eye, when those wholly die at most desire, when you be, he this matin so woe-begone?

It is night around the right I confess, nough; successors. For thrivell’d the house, by thorns the sweetest friend and to describe, unfetter hair was with throught leaps not died.

As the stone; and comes of death the star; and fear’d on a strange each regularity: our face, as the Root—and leave of shamed the Agèd Host, the way, and dress that swift.

For one host. Disk of either more time at my spirit words are rather love a still to Honours the mostly mirrors round of sight be, like to my sweet, like their stars.

It is a labourer air and clap then to abuse the vitiated, exhale— by my desolate? Though man who we can Juno sweeps it round Love let us all.

Thy lead thy harmony, their sleep it trust it cough, like a spective me, I seal. But it had story I but mine; and I perceived: could complete; who nails him. The trees.

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That passion, ’ Lady Psyche thunder heart, I might pen dowagers. None can ever I knows? Lay me not why. With blood. I am the glove closes ere Arthur die.

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He was a wholly sip your own ribs and bird, when I knowing all pumpkins! Is fair face where everywhere flows down of birth’s, and gied time I Death. Who hold jar will go.

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roman-catholic-mass-readings · 4 months ago

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20th July >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Saturday, Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time

Saint Apollinaris, Bishop, Martyr

Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Saturday, Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: B(II))

First Reading Micah 2:1-5 The plotters of evil will not escape.

Woe to those who plot evil, who lie in bed planning mischief! No sooner is it dawn than they do it – their hands have the strength for it. Seizing the fields that they covet, they take over houses as well, owner and house they confiscate together, taking both man and inheritance. So the Lord says this: Now it is I who plot such mischief against this breed as your necks will not escape; nor will you be able to walk proudly, so evil will the time be. On that day they will make a satire on you, sing a dirge and say, ‘We are stripped of everything; my people’s portion is measured out and shared, no one will give it back to them, our fields are awarded to our despoiler.’

Therefore you will have no one to measure out a share in the community of the Lord.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 9B(10):1-4,7-8,14

R/ Lord, do not forget the poor.

Lord, why do you stand afar off and hide yourself in times of distress? The poor man is devoured by the pride of the wicked: he is caught in the schemes that others have made.

R/ Lord, do not forget the poor.

For the wicked man boasts of his heart’s desires; the covetous blasphemes and spurns the Lord. In his pride the wicked says: ‘He will not punish. There is no God.’ Such are his thoughts.

R/ Lord, do not forget the poor.

His mouth is full of cursing, guile, oppression, mischief and deceit under his tongue. He lies in wait among the reeds; the innocent he murders in secret.

R/ Lord, do not forget the poor.

His eyes are on the watch for the helpless man. But you have seen the trouble and sorrow, you note it, you take it in hand. The helpless trusts himself to you; for you are the helper of the orphan.

R/ Lord, do not forget the poor.

Gospel Acclamation Psalm 118:27

Alleluia, alleluia! Make me grasp the way of your precepts, and I will muse on your wonders. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia! God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself, and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 12:14-21 He cured them all but warned them not to make him known.

The Pharisees went out and began to plot against Jesus, discussing how to destroy him. Jesus knew this and withdrew from the district. Many followed him and he cured them all, but warned them not to make him known. This was to fulfil the prophecy of Isaiah:

Here is my servant whom I have chosen, my beloved, the favourite of my soul. I will endow him with my spirit, and he will proclaim the true faith to the nations. He will not brawl or shout, nor will anyone hear his voice in the streets. He will not break the crushed reed, nor put out the smouldering wick till he has led the truth to victory: in his name the nations will put their hope.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Apollinaris, Bishop, Martyr

(Liturgical Colour: Red. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Ezekiel 34:11-16 I will look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view.

The Lord God says this: I am going to look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view. As a shepherd keeps all his flock in view when he stands up in the middle of his scattered sheep, so shall I keep my sheep in view. I shall rescue them from wherever they have been scattered during the mist and darkness. I shall bring them out of the countries where they are; I shall gather them together from foreign countries and bring them back to their own land. I shall pasture them on the mountains of Israel, in the ravines and in every inhabited place in the land. I shall feed them in good pasturage; the high mountains of Israel will be their grazing ground. There they will rest in good grazing ground; they will browse in rich pastures on the mountains of Israel. I myself will pasture my sheep, I myself will show them where to rest – it is the Lord who speaks. I shall look for the lost one, bring back the stray, bandage the wounded and make the weak strong. I shall watch over the fat and healthy. I shall be a true shepherd to them.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 22(23)

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want. Fresh and green are the pastures where he gives me repose. Near restful waters he leads me, to revive my drooping spirit.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

He guides me along the right path; he is true to his name. If I should walk in the valley of darkness no evil would I fear. You are there with your crook and your staff; with these you give me comfort.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

You have prepared a banquet for me in the sight of my foes. My head you have anointed with oil; my cup is overflowing.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

Surely goodness and kindness shall follow me all the days of my life. In the Lord’s own house shall I dwell for ever and ever.

R/ The Lord is my shepherd: there is nothing I shall want.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:10

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy those who are persecuted in the cause of right, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Alleluia!

Or: John 17:19

Alleluia, alleluia! For their sake I consecrate myself, so that they too may be consecrated in the truth. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed be God, a gentle Father and the God of all consolation, who comforts us in all our sorrows. Alleluia!

Or: James 1:12

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy the man who stands firm, for he has proved himself, and will win the crown of life. Alleluia!

Or: 1 Peter 4:14

Alleluia, alleluia! It is a blessing for you when they insult you for bearing the name of Christ, for the Spirit of God rests on you. Alleluia!

Or: cf. Te Deum

Alleluia, alleluia! We praise you, O God, we acknowledge you to be the Lord; the noble army of martyrs praise you, O Lord. Alleluia!

Gospel John 10:11-16 The good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep.

Jesus said:

‘I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep. The hired man, since he is not the shepherd and the sheep do not belong to him, abandons the sheep and runs away as soon as he sees a wolf coming, and then the wolf attacks and scatters the sheep; this is because he is only a hired man and has no concern for the sheep.

‘I am the good shepherd; I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I lay down my life for my sheep. And there are other sheep I have that are not of this fold, and these I have to lead as well. They too will listen to my voice, and there will be only one flock, and one shepherd.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading Genesis 3:9-15,20 The mother of all those who live.

After Adam had eaten of the tree the Lord God called to him. ‘Where are you?’ he asked. ‘I heard the sound of you in the garden;’ he replied ‘I was afraid because I was naked, so I hid.’ ‘Who told you that you were naked?’ he asked ‘Have you been eating of the tree I forbade you to eat?’ The man replied, ‘It was the woman you put with me; she gave me the fruit, and I ate it.’ Then the Lord God asked the woman, ‘What is this you have done?’ The woman replied, ‘The serpent tempted me and I ate.’ Then the Lord God said to the serpent, ‘Because you have done this,

‘Be accursed beyond all cattle, all wild beasts. You shall crawl on your belly and eat dust every day of your life. I will make you enemies of each other: you and the woman, your offspring and her offspring. It will crush your head and you will strike its heel.’

The man named his wife ‘Eve’ because she was the mother of all those who live.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

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First reading Genesis 12:1-7 All the tribes of the earth shall bless themselves by you

The Lord said to Abram, ‘Leave your country, your family and your father’s house, for the land I will show you. I will make you a great nation; I will bless you and make your name so famous that it will be used as a blessing.

‘I will bless those who bless you: I will curse those who slight you. All the tribes of the earth shall bless themselves by you.’

So Abram went as the Lord told him, and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he left Haran. Abram took his wife Sarai, his nephew Lot, all the possessions they had amassed and the people they had acquired in Haran. They set off for the land of Canaan, and arrived there. Abram passed through the land as far as Shechem’s holy place, the Oak of Moreh. At that time the Canaanites were in the land. The Lord appeared to Abram and said, ‘It is to your descendants that I will give this land.’ So Abram built there an altar for the Lord who had appeared to him.

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First reading 2 Samuel 7:1-5,8-11,16 The Lord will make you great; the Lord will make you a House

Once David had settled into his house and the Lord had given him rest from all the enemies surrounding him, the king said to the prophet Nathan, ‘Look, I am living in a house of cedar while the ark of God dwells in a tent.’ Nathan said to the king, ‘Go and do all that is in your mind, for the Lord is with you.’ But that very night the word of the Lord came to Nathan: ‘Go and tell my servant David, “Thus the Lord speaks: Are you the man to build me a house to dwell in? I took you from the pasture, from following the sheep, to be leader of my people Israel; I have been with you on all your expeditions; I have cut off all your enemies before you. I will give you fame as great as the fame of the greatest on earth. I will provide a place for my people Israel; I will plant them there and they shall dwell in that place and never be disturbed again; nor shall the wicked continue to oppress them as they did, in the days when I appointed judges over my people Israel; I will give them rest from all their enemies. The Lord will make you great; the Lord will make you a House. Your House and your sovereignty will always stand secure before me and your throne be established for ever.”’

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First reading 1 Chronicles 15:3-4,15-16,16:1-2 They brought in the ark of God and put it inside the tent that David had pitched for it

David gathered all Israel together to bring the ark of God up to the place he had prepared for it. David called together the sons of Aaron and the sons of Levi. And the Levites carried the ark of God with the shafts on their shoulders, as Moses had ordered in accordance with the word of the Lord. David then told the heads of the Levites to assign duties for their kinsmen as cantors, with their various instruments of music, harps and lyres and cymbals, to play joyful tunes. They brought the ark of God in and put it inside the tent that David had pitched for it; and they offered holocausts before God, and communion sacrifices. And when David had finished offering holocausts and communion sacrifices, he blessed the people in the name of the Lord.

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First reading Proverbs 8:22-31 Before the earth came into being, Wisdom was born

The Wisdom of God cries aloud:

The Lord created me when his purpose first unfolded, before the oldest of his works. From everlasting I was firmly set, from the beginning, before earth came into being. The deep was not, when I was born, there were no springs to gush with water. Before the mountains were settled, before the hills, I came to birth; before he made the earth, the countryside, or the first grains of the world’s dust. When he fixed the heavens firm, I was there, when he drew a ring on the surface of the deep, when he thickened the clouds above, when he fixed fast the springs of the deep, when he assigned the sea its boundaries – and the waters will not invade the shore – when he laid down the foundations of the earth, I was by his side, a master craftsman, delighting him day after day, ever at play in his presence, at play everywhere in his world, delighting to be with the sons of men.

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First reading Ecclesiasticus 24:1-4,8-12,18-21 From eternity, in the beginning, God created wisdom

Wisdom speaks her own praises, in the midst of her people she glories in herself. She opens her mouth in the assembly of the Most High, she glories in herself in the presence of the Mighty One: ‘I came forth from the mouth of the Most High, and I covered the earth like a mist. I had my tent in the heights, and my throne in a pillar of cloud. Then the creator of all things instructed me, and he who created me fixed a place for my tent. He said, “Pitch your tent in Jacob, make Israel your inheritance.” From eternity, in the beginning, he created me, and for eternity I shall remain. I ministered before him in the holy tabernacle, and thus was I established on Zion. In the beloved city he has given me rest, and in Jerusalem I wield my authority. I have taken root in a privileged people, in the Lord’s property, in his inheritance. Approach me, you who desire me, and take your fill of my fruits, for memories of me are sweeter than honey, inheriting me is sweeter than the honeycomb. They who eat me will hunger for more, they who drink me will thirst for more. Whoever listens to me will never have to blush, whoever acts as I dictate will never sin.’

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First reading Isaiah 7:10-14,8:10 The maiden is with child

The Lord spoke to Ahaz and said, ‘Ask the Lord your God for a sign for yourself coming either from the depths of Sheol or from the heights above.’ ‘No,’ Ahaz answered ‘I will not put the Lord to the test.’ Then Isaiah said:

‘Listen now, House of David: are you not satisfied with trying the patience of men without trying the patience of my God, too? The Lord himself, therefore, will give you a sign. It is this: the maiden is with child and will soon give birth to a son whom she will call Immanuel, a name which means “God-is-with-us.”’

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First reading Isaiah 9:1-6 A Son is given to us

The people that walked in darkness has seen a great light; on those who live in a land of deep shadow a light has shone. You have made their gladness greater, you have made their joy increase; they rejoice in your presence as men rejoice at harvest time, as men are happy when they are dividing the spoils.

For the yoke that was weighing on him, the bar across his shoulders, the rod of his oppressor, these you break as on the day of Midian.

For all the footgear of battle, every cloak rolled in blood, is burnt, and consumed by fire.

For there is a child born for us, a son given to us and dominion is laid on his shoulders; and this is the name they give him: Wonder-Counsellor, Mighty-God, Eternal-Father, Prince-of-Peace.

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First reading Isaiah 61:9-11 I exult for joy in the Lord

Their race will be famous throughout the nations, their descendants throughout the peoples. All who see them will admit that they are a race whom the Lord has blessed.

‘I exult for joy in the Lord, my soul rejoices in my God, for he has clothed me in the garments of salvation, he has wrapped me in the cloak of integrity, like a bridegroom wearing his wreath, like a bride adorned in her jewels.

‘For as the earth makes fresh things grow, as a garden makes seeds spring up, so will the Lord make both integrity and praise spring up in the sight of the nations.’

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First reading Micah 5:1-4 He will stand and feed his flock with the power of the Lord

The Lord says this:

But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, the least of the clans of Judah, out of you will be born for me the one who is to rule over Israel; his origin goes back to the distant past, to the days of old. The Lord is therefore going to abandon them till the time when she who is to give birth gives birth. Then the remnant of his brothers will come back to the sons of Israel. He will stand and feed his flock with the power of the Lord, with the majesty of the name of his God. They will live secure, for from then on he will extend his power to the ends of the land. He himself will be peace.

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First Reading Zechariah 2:14-17 'I am coming', says the Lord.

Sing, rejoice, daughter of Zion; for I am coming to dwell in the middle of you – it is the Lord who speaks. Many nations will join the Lord, on that day; they will become his people. But he will remain among you, and you will know that the Lord of Hosts has sent me to you. But the Lord will hold Judah as his portion in the Holy Land, and again make Jerusalem his very own. Let all mankind be silent before the Lord! For he is awaking and is coming from his holy dwelling.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm 1 Samuel 2:1,4-8