Vol: 45, No.13 5TH SUNDAY OF ORDINARY TIME ( B) February 04 2018  
 
ENTRANCE ANTIPHON
O come, let us worship God and bow low before the God who made us, for he is the Lord our God. (Ps 95:6-7)
PENITENTIAL RITE
Job was a wealthy and contented man who lived an upright life. Then through the plots of Satan he loses all his wealth along with his children. His wife exhorts him to curse God and die; his friends insistently tells him that his sufferings are due to his sin. But Job does not indulge in such vile talks or deny God. Book of Job is an example of the suffering of the innocent and the solution offered to this problem in the book is to trust in God. Jesus when he began his ministry was overwhelmed by the sight of people suffering from various diseases. Jesus did not sit down and speculate or offered theoretical solutions to the problem of suffering. His solution was to go to the people and heal them. People who experienced healing remained grateful to him. What am I doing to mitigate the suffering that we see around us? Are we doing our bit to alleviate it? (Pause)
I Confess to almighty God...
Glory to God…

COLLECT
Keep your family safe, O Lord, with unfailing care, that relying on the hope of heavenly grace they may be defended always by your protection. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you in
 
the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.
FIRST READING
(As Job speaks his words turn into a lament about his physical and spiritual condition. He complains about sleeplessness at night and days empty of hope).
A reading from the Book of Job
(7:1-4, 6-7)

Job began to speak, “Has not man a hard service upon earth, and are not his days like the days of a hireling? Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like a hireling who looks for his wages, so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me. When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is long, and I am full of tossing till the dawn. My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and come to their end without hope. Remember that my life is a breath; my eyes will never again see good.”
The Word of the Lord
PSALM (147)
Response: Praise the Lord who heals the broken-hearted.
Praise the Lord for he is good; sing to our God for he is loving: to him our praise is due. R./
The Lord builds up Jerusalem and brings back Israel’s exiles, he heals the broken-hearted, he binds up all their wounds. He fixes the number of the stars; he calls each one by its name. R./
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