Shelter me - A New Hymn from Fr. Michael Joncas for the Covid-19 Crisis

A suggestion for daily prayer time.

Find yourself a quiet room where you can be undisturbed for a few minutes.
In quiet prayer you open youself to the Holy Spirit and invite his presence.

Maybe light a candle if you have one, to signify Gods presence.
Read – or sing- or listen to this hymn,
 

Draw me to your presence, oh Lord (Michael Doyle)

Draw me to your presence, oh Lord
Bring me into that holy place
So I may see your glory
The beauty of your face.

Draw me to your presence, oh Lord
Bring me into that holy place
We bow down before your throne
In this holy place.

One thing that I ask of you, oh Lord
The desire of my heart
That I may live in your temple, oh Lord
From this day forth.

Draw me to your presence, oh Lord
Bring me into that holy place

So I may see your glory
The beauty of your face.

Draw me to your presence, oh Lord
Bring me into that holy place
We bow down before your throne
In this holy place.

One thing that I ask of you, oh Lord
The desire of my heart
That I may live in your temple, oh Lord
From this day forth.

Draw me to your presence, oh Lord
Bring me into that holy place

So I may see your glory
The beauty of your face.
The beauty of your face.

Wednesday of the 18th week in Ordinary Time – 5th August 2020

Say. “Holy Spirit of God enlighten my mind and my heart that the message of the Gospel may transform me from within.”

Read this Gospel Passage slowly, pausing at the end of each sentence.
Then re-read it again. Close your eyes and envisage the scene like a video in your mind, imagine you are a bystander witnessing the moment, and then pause in silence and ask the Lord to reveal the message of that passage for YOU. Sit quietly and listten.
Spend a few moments now speaking to the Lord around that message for you and asking his help to live it. 

Give thanks to the Lord!

Matthew 15:21-28

Jesus left Gennesaret and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon.
Then out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting,
‘Sir, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.’
But he answered her not a word.
And his disciples went and pleaded with him. ‘Give her what she wants,’ they said
‘because she is shouting after us.’
He said in reply, ‘I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.’
But the woman had come up and was kneeling at his feet. ‘Lord,’ she said
‘help me.’
He replied, ‘It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the house-dogs.’
She retorted, ‘Ah yes, sir; but even house-dogs can eat the scraps
that fall from their master’s table.’
Then Jesus answered her, ‘Woman, you have great faith.
Let your wish be granted.’ And from that moment her daughter was well again.