- Monday, 24 October 2016 -
Monday of the Thirtieth week in Ordinary Time
Readings of day

Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to Saint Luke 13:10-17.

Jesus was teaching in a synagogue on the sabbath.
And a woman was there who for eighteen years had been crippled by a spirit; she was bent over, completely incapable of standing erect.
When Jesus saw her, he called to her and said, "Woman, you are set free of your infirmity."
He laid his hands on her, and she at once stood up straight and glorified God.
But the leader of the synagogue, indignant that Jesus had cured on the sabbath, said to the crowd in reply, "There are six days when work should be done. Come on those days to be cured, not on the sabbath day."
The Lord said to him in reply, "Hypocrites! Does not each one of you on the sabbath untie his ox or his ass from the manger and lead it out for watering?
This daughter of Abraham, whom Satan has bound for eighteen years now, ought she not to have been set free on the sabbath day from this bondage?"
When he said this, all his adversaries were humiliated; and the whole crowd rejoiced at all the splendid deeds done by him.
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Saint Gregory of Narek
"She at once stood up straight and glorified God"

There was a time when I was not, and you created me. I had not prayed yet you made me. I had not yet come into the light yet you saw me. I had not appeared yet you took pity on me. I had not invoked you yet you cared for me. I had not signalled yet you looked at me. I had not craved your pardon yet you had mercy on me. I had not breathed a word yet you heard me. I had not sighed yet you listened. Even though you knew what would now happen to me you did not despise me. Even after considering with your foreseeing gaze the offences of the sinner that I am, you nonetheless formed me. And even now may I, whom you created, whom you saved, who have been the object of such care, not be lost forever by the wounds of sins aroused in me by the Accuser!... Bound, paralyzed, bent double like the afflicted woman, my poor soul is unable to stand upright. It cleaves to the earth beneath the weight of sin because of Satan's heavy bonds... Incline towards me, Merciful One, poor fallen, thinking tree. Make me flower again in beauty and splendor, I who am withered and dry, according to the divine words spoken by the holy prophet (Ez 17,22-24)... You who alone are our Protector deign to cast your glance at me out of the concern of your inexpressible love... and, out of nothing, you will create within me light itself. (cf. Gn 1,3).

Book of prayers, n°18 (SC 78, p. 123 rev.)