Office of Readings - Memorial for St. John Vianney, P

Ribbon Placement:
Liturgy of the Hours Vol. IV:
Ordinary: 615
Psalter: Thursday, Week II, 880
Common of Pastors: 1748
Proper of Seasons: 73
Proper of Saints: 1268

Christian Prayer:
Does not contain Office of Readings.

Office of Readings for Thursday in Ordinary Time, the Memorial of Saint John Vianney, Priest

God, come to my assistance.
Lord, make haste to help me.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen. Alleluia.

HYMN

The King of love my shepherd is,
Whose goodness fails me never.
I nothing lack if I am His,
and He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow,
my ransomed soul He's leading;
and where the verdant pastures grow,
with food celestial feeding.

Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed,
but yet in love He sought me;
and on His shoulder gently laid,
and home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death's dark vale I fear no ill,
with You, dear Lord, beside me;
Your rod and staff my comfort still,
Your cross before to guide me.

You spread a table in my sight;
Your unction grace bestowing;
and oh, what transport of delight
from Your pure chalice flowing!

And so through all the length of days,
Your goodness fails me never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Your praise
within Your house forever.

𝄞"The King of Love My Shepherd Is" by Johanna Montealto • Title: The King of love my Shepherd is Author: H. W. Baker (1868) Tune: ST. COLUMBA, Ancient Irish melody; Recording copyright 2016 Surgeworks

PSALMODY

Ant. 1 Lord, you are our savior; we will praise you for ever.

Psalm 44
The misfortunes of God’s people

We triumph over all these things through him who loved us (Romans 8:37).

I

We heard with our own ears, O God,
our fathers have told us the story
of the things you did in their days,
you yourself, in days long ago.

To plant them you uprooted the nations;
to let them spread you laid peoples low.
No sword of their own won the land;
no arm of their own brought them victory.
It was your right hand, your arm
and the light of your face; for you loved them.

It is you, my king, my God,
who granted victories to Jacob.
Through you we beat down our foes;
in your name we trampled down our aggressors.

For it was not in my bow that I trusted
nor yet was I saved by my sword:
it was you who saved us from our foes,
it was you who put our foes to shame.
All day long our boast was in God
and we praised your name without ceasing.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen.

Ant. Lord, you are our savior; we will praise you for ever.

Ant. 2 Spare us, O Lord; do not bring your own people into contempt.

II

Yet now you have rejected us, disgraced us;
you no longer go forth with our armies.
You make us retreat from the foe
and our enemies plunder us at will.

You make us like sheep for the slaughter
and scatter us among the nations.
You sell your own people for nothing
and make no profit by the sale.

You make us the taunt of our neighbors,
the laughing stock of all who are near.
Among the nations, you make us a byword,
among the peoples a thing of derision.

All day long my disgrace is before me;
my face is covered with shame
at the voice of the taunter, the scoffer,
at the sight of the foe and avenger.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen.

Ant. Spare us, O Lord; do not bring your own people into contempt.

Ant. 3 Rise up, O Lord, and save us, for you are merciful.

III

This befell us though we had not forgotten you,
though we had not been false to your covenant,
though we had not withdrawn our hearts;
though our feet had not strayed from your path.
Yet you have crushed us in a place of sorrows
and covered us with the shadow of death.

Had we forgotten the name of our God,
or stretched out our hands to another god
would not God have found this out,
he who knows the secrets of the heart?
It is for you that we face death all day long
and are counted as sheep for the slaughter.

Awake, O Lord, why do you sleep?
Arise, do not reject us for ever!
Why do you hide your face
and forget our oppression and misery?

For we are brought down low to the dust;
our body lies prostrate on the earth.
Stand up and come to our help!
Redeem us because of your love!

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen.

Psalm-prayer

Lord, rise up and come to our aid; with your strong arm lead us to freedom, as you mightily delivered our forefathers. Since you are the king who knows the secrets of our hearts, fill them with the light of truth.

Ant. Rise up, O Lord, and save us, for you are merciful.

Sacred Silence (indicated by a bell) – a moment to reflect and receive in our hearts the full resonance of the voice of the Holy Spirit and to unite our personal prayer more closely with the word of God and public voice of the Church.

You will hear the word from my mouth.
You will tell others what I have said.

READINGS

First reading
From the beginning of the book of the prophet Hosea
1:1-9; 3:1-5
The prophet, a sign of God’s love for his people

The word of the Lord that came to Hosea, the son of Beeri, in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, Hezekiah, kings of Judah, and in the days of Jeroboam, son of Joash, king of Israel. In the beginning of the Lord’s speaking to Hosea, the Lord said to Hosea:

Go, take a harlot wife and harlot’s children,
for the land gives itself to harlotry,
turning away from the Lord.

So he went and took Gomer, the daughter of Diblaim; and she conceived and bore him a son. Then the Lord said to him:

Give him the name Jezreel,
for in a little while
I will punish the house of Jehu
for the bloodshed at Jezreel
And bring to an end the kingdom
of the house of Israel;
On that day I will break the bow of Israel
in the valley of Jezreel.

When she conceived again and bore a daughter, the Lord said to him:

Give her the name Lo-ruhama;
I no longer feel pity for the house of Israel:
rather, I abhor them utterly.
Yet for the house of Judah I feel pity;
I will save them by the Lord, their God;
But I will not save them by war,
by sword or bow, by horses or horsemen.

After she weaned Lo-ruhama, she conceived and bore a son. Then the Lord said:

Give him the name Lo-ammi,
for you are not my people,
and I will not be your God.
Again the Lord said to me:

Give your love to a woman
beloved of a paramour, an adulteress;
Even as the Lord loves the people of Israel,
though they turn to other gods
and are fond of raisin cakes.

So I bought her for fifteen pieces of silver and a homer and a lethech of barley. Then I said to her:

“Many days you shall wait for me;
you shall not play the harlot
Or belong to any man;
I in turn will wait for you.”

For the people of Israel shall remain many days
without king or prince,
Without sacrifice or sacred pillar,
without ephod or household idols.
Then the people of Israel shall turn back
and seek the Lord, their God,
and David, their king;
They shall come trembling to the Lord
and to his bounty, in the last days.

RESPONSORY 1 Peter 2:9, 10; Romans 9:26

You are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation; a people God has made his own.
Once you were not his people, but now you are the people of God.

Instead of being told: You are not my people, they shall be called the sons of the living God.
Once you were not his people, but now you are the people of God.

Second reading
From the catechetical instructions by Saint John Mary Vianney, priest
The glorious duty of man: to pray and to love

My little children, reflect on these words: the Christian’s treasure is not on earth but in heaven. Our thoughts, then, ought to be directed to where our treasure is. This is the glorious duty of man: to pray and to love. If you pray and love, that is where a man’s happiness lies.

Prayer is nothing else but union with God. When one has a heart that is pure and united with God, he is given a kind of serenity and sweetness that makes him ecstatic, a light that surrounds him with marvelous brightness. In this intimate union, God and the soul are fused together like two bits of wax that no one can ever pull apart. This union of God with a tiny creature is a lovely thing. It is a happiness beyond understanding.

We had become unworthy to pray, but God in his goodness allowed us to speak with him. Our prayer is incense that gives him the greatest pleasure.

My little children, your hearts are small, but prayer stretches them and makes them capable of loving God. Through prayer we receive a foretaste of heaven and something of paradise comes down upon us. Prayer never leaves us without sweetness. It is honey that flows into the soul and makes all things sweet. When we pray properly, sorrows disappear like snow before the sun.

Prayer also makes time pass very quickly and with such great delight that one does not notice its length. Listen: Once when I was a purveyor in Bresse and most of my companions were ill, I had to make a long journey. I prayed to the good God, and, believe me, the time did not seem long.

Some men immerse themselves as deeply in prayer as fish in water, because they give themselves totally to God. There is no division in their hearts. O, how I love these noble souls! Saint Francis of Assisi and Saint Colette used to see our Lord and talk to him just as we talk to one another.

How unlike them we are! How often we come to church with no idea of what to do or what to ask for. And yet, whenever we go to any human being, we know well enough why we go. And still worse, there are some who seem to speak to God like this: “I will only say a couple of things to you, and then I will be rid of you.” I often think that when we come to adore the Lord, we would receive everything we ask for, if we would ask with living faith and with a pure heart.

RESPONSORY 2 Corinthians 4:17; 1 Corinthians 2:9

Our troubles pass quickly, and their burden seems light when we
compare them to the weight of eternal glory
which far exceeds the burden of our suffering.

No eye has seen, no ear heard, nor has the heart of man conceived,
the marvels God has prepared for those who love him.
Which far exceeds the burden of our suffering.

CONCLUDING PRAYER

Almighty and merciful God,
who made the Priest Saint John Vianney
wonderful in his pastoral zeal,
grant, we pray, that through his intercession and example
we may in charity win brothers and sisters for Christ
and attain with them eternal glory.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,
who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
God, for ever and ever.
Amen.

ACCLAMATION (at least in the communal celebration)

Let us praise the Lord.
And give him thanks.

The English translation of The Liturgy of the Hours (Four Volumes) ©1974, International Commission on English in the Liturgy Corporation. Readings and Old and New Testament Canticles (except the Gospel Canticles) are from the New American Bible © 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, Washington, D.C.. Used with permission. All rights reserved. The DivineOffice.org website, podcast, apps and all related media follows the liturgical calendar for the United States. The 1970 edition of the New American Bible as published in the Liturgy of the Hours is approved for use only in the United States. DivineOffice.org website, podcast, apps and all related media is © 2006-2022 Surgeworks, Inc. All rights reserved.

18 thoughts on “Office of Readings – Memorial

  1. St. John Vianney pray for us. St. John Vianney’s second reading in today’s Office of Readings, From the catechetical instructions by Saint John Mary Vianney spoke to me directly. I pray for the victims of Nigeria and Uvalde, Texas and an end to the war between the Ukraine and Russia in Jesus’s name.
    St. John Vianney pray for us.

  2. St John Vianney, pray for my family and all Christian families that we may pray and love God all the days of our lives and attain eternal happiness, amen!

  3. ‘I love You, O my God, and my only desire is to love You until the last breath of my life. I love You, O my infinitely lovable God, and I would rather die loving You, than live without loving You. I love You, Lord and the only grace I ask is to love You eternally… . My God, if my tongue cannot say in every moment that I love You, I want my heart to repeat it to You as often as I draw breath.’

    – Saint John Vianney.

  4. Help me Dear God with my health i do not know what to do Iam scared to go to emergency my stomach has been bad for a month help me guide me where to go. Enlighten my doctor I feel very alone please help me to have faith to accept .

    • God bless you Martha.I am 76 and just went through 7 weeks of constipation (only 4 movements in that time). I am not able to see my Gastro doc until Aug 20th, so I went to Emergency Room. Perhaps they will do this for you; upper abdomen and chest x-ray, ct scan of my abdomen and regions South, EKG and blood tests. Good news; no blockage; simply full of you know what. Prescribes some powerful liquids and pills am clear. I write all of this to encourage you. Please go and you will be better prepared to deal with what is going on. Just knowing has helped me feel better.God bless you, Charles

    • Dear Martha, you are not alone . Jesus is with you, always by your side. So is your guardian angel. Many are praying for you. As am I now before Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.

  5. The father loves me for this; that I lay down my life.-Jn 10:17
    Reflection. Martyrdom is as nothing in comparison with the Mass
    Martyrdom Is the sacrifice that human beings make of their lives to God. But the Mass Is the sacrifice that God makes, on behalf of people, of His body and blood. St. John Vianney
    Prayer. Lord Jesus, help me to realize that the Mass Is the greatest sign off Your boundless love for me. At every Mass, let me thus offer to You my whole self, with all its joys and sorrows, success and failures.

  6. St. John Vianney pray for myself for my conversion that this hardness of heart may leave me. Pray also for my family, for healing and reconciliation.

  7. The reading from Pere St. Jean Vianney is a wonderfully simple explanation of the prayer of contemplation of God , the prayer without ceasing that St. Paul urged. As the hymn also says, “Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath, the Christian’s native air. His watch-word at the gates of death, he enters heav’n with prayer.” Feel and simply know always you are with God, and spontaneously say to Him from time to time how much you love him, and thank Him, and need him, and your concerns about others you love and those who hate you, for their salvation, that they too might be saved.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Liturgy of the Hours for August 04