Jesus, true shepherd, incarnate compassion of God

 
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16th Sunday, based on Psalm 23, Mark 6:30-34

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters;

he restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff— they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life long.

Mark 6:30-34

The apostles gathered around Jesus, and told him all that they had done and taught. He said to them, “Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest a while.” For many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat. And they went away in the boat to a deserted place by themselves. Now many saw them going and recognized them, and they hurried there on foot from all the towns and arrived ahead of them. As he went ashore, he saw a great crowd; and he had compassion for them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd; and he began to teach them many things.


Scripture passage from the New Revised Standard Version Bible: Catholic Edition, copyright 1989, 1993, Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

One thought on “Jesus, true shepherd, incarnate compassion of God

  1. Thank you.

    Prayer

    Let me let you touch me
    With your kindness and your grace
    And transform me by your mercy
    In my present time and space

    Let me let you move me
    In what I say and do
    That in my simple actions
    I may be more like you

    Let me let you see me
    In my sorrow and my pain
    In the confusion that torments me
    And my spirit seeks to claim

    Let me let you hear me
    When with doubt and rage I cry
    In my empty desolation
    That betrays me like a lie

    Let me let you be with me dear Lord
    When I’m lost and lost can be
    When the very rock on with I stand
    Is the one that I can’t see

    © Jim Espinosa 2009

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