Daily Readings

Reading 1 Isaiah 38:1-6, 21-22, 7-8 When Hezekiah was mortally ill,the prophet Isaiah, son of Amoz, came and said to him:"Thus says the LORD: Put your house in order,for you are about to die; you shall not recover."Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the LORD:"O LORD, remember how faithfully and wholeheartedlyI conducted myself in your presence,doing what was pleasing to you!"And Hezekiah wept bitterly.Then the word of the LORD came to Isaiah: "Go, tell Hezekiah:Thus says the LORD, the God of your father David:I have heard your prayer and seen your tears.I will heal you: in three days you shall go up to the LORD's temple;I will add fifteen years to your life.I will rescue you and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria;I will be a shield to this city."Isaiah then ordered a poultice of figs to be takenand applied to the boil, that he might recover.Then Hezekiah asked,"What is the sign that I shall go up to

Readings for the Memorial of Saint Bonaventure, Bishop and Doctor of the Church Reading 1 Isaiah 10:5-7, 13b-16 Thus says the LORD:Woe to Assyria! My rod in anger,my staff in wrath.Against an impious nation I send him,and against a people under my wrath I order himTo seize plunder, carry off loot,and tread them down like the mud of the streets.But this is not what he intends,nor does he have this in mind;Rather, it is in his heart to destroy,to make an end of nations not a few.For he says:“By my own power I have done it,and by my wisdom, for I am shrewd.I have moved the boundaries of peoples,their treasures I have pillaged,and, like a giant, I have put down the enthroned.My hand has seized like a nestthe riches of nations;As one takes eggs left alone,so I took in all the earth;No one fluttered a wing,or opened a mouth, or chirped!”Will the axe boast against him who hews with it?Will the saw exalt itself above him who wields it?As if a rod could sway him w

Reading 1  Isaiah 1:10-17 Hear the word of the LORD,princes of Sodom!Listen to the instruction of our God,people of Gomorrah!What care I for the number of your sacrifices?says the LORD.I have had enough of whole-burnt ramsand fat of fatlings;In the blood of calves, lambs and goatsI find no pleasure.When you come in to visit me,who asks these things of you?Trample my courts no more!Bring no more worthless offerings;your incense is loathsome to me.New moon and sabbath, calling of assemblies,octaves with wickedness: these I cannot bear.Your new moons and festivals I detest;they weigh me down, I tire of the load.When you spread out your hands,I close my eyes to you;Though you pray the more,I will not listen.Your hands are full of blood!Wash yourselves clean!Put away your misdeeds from before my eyes;cease doing evil; learn to do good.Make justice your aim: redress the wronged,hear the orphan’s plea, defend the widow. Responsorial Psalm Psalm 50:8-9,