Third Sunday of Lent
Blessed little Easter!
My eyes are always on the lord, for He rescues my feet from the snare.
Turn to me and have mercy on me, for I am alone and poor.
O God, author of every mercy and of all goodness,
who in fasting, prayer and almsgiving
have shown us a remedy for sin,
look graciously on this confession of our lowliness,
that we, who are bowed down by our conscience,
may always be lifted up by Your mercy.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son,
who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, forever and ever. Amen.
Exodus 20:1-17 (the Ten Commandments)
Psalm 19:8-11 “Lord, You have the words of everlasting life”
I Corinthians 1:22-25 (God’s folly is wiser than our wisdom;
His weakness stronger than our power)
+John 2:13-25 (the cleansing of the temple)
The temple of my being
has become a den of thieves
that steal from God
and everyone around me
love for God
and love for man.
These thieves are sins
against the Law
to shelter me.
God casts them out
with zealous scourge,
And if this temple be destroyed
He will rebuild it
in three days.
What thief is Jesus trying to cast out of my temple?
Why am I harboring it?