The Sign of the Cross
Please pray this Novena daily from November 30th through December 8th, Which is the feast of the Immaculate Conception
The Laborers’ Wage. Sunday 25th Week of Ordinary Time
The laborers who worked all day and bore the day’s burden and heat thought
that they deserved more than those who came late in the day and only worked
one hour. Mt. 20:1-16
Do we ever think we deserve more from God?
For all the Masses we attended and the rosaries we prayed and the days we
Doesn’t God owe us more than those who did not pray or fast as much but
squandered their time on other things?
Privately, I think most people would agree.
But God thinks differently than we do. Is. 55:8-9
God rewards differently than we do.
The whole point of the parable is to make us think about why we do what we
do for God.
Is it for reward?
To get more grace?
To earn a higher place in heaven?
Jesus tells us that those who come into he vineyard late in the day will get
the same reward, the same grace, as those who labor all day.
And if we believe that is unjust and unfair it only reveals that we labor in
the vineyard not for God but for ourselves.
And those who do will find that those who came late in the day will be paid
the same as them.
That those who came last will be first.
Love is not jealous.
Love does not measure.
Love does not seek to be repaid.
Love only wants Love in return.
That is what God paid each laborer that He called to work in His vineyard.
He paid them with His Infinite Love.
Since God’s Love is Infinite He cannot cut it up or divide it into portions
where He gives more to one than He does to another.
Then it would no longer be Infinite, but finite love.
So God pours an infinite amount of Love upon everyone.
In the morning, the afternoon and the evening.
The reason to go out into the vineyard early in the day rather than later is
to be able to work in the Son of His Love.
To bask in its warmth and heat.
The burden is not great, it is light.
Because it is done out of Love!
Novena Of The Holy Spirit
by St. Benedicta of the Cross (Edith Stein)
Who are you, sweet light, that fills me
And illumines the darkness of my heart?
You lead me like a mother’s hand,
And should you let go of me,
I would not know how to take another step.
You are the space
That embraces my being and buries it in yourself.
Away from you it sinks into the abyss
Of nothingness, from which you raised it to the light.
You, nearer to me than I to myself
And more interior than my most interior
And still impalpable and intangible
And beyond any name:
Holy Spirit eternal love!
Are you not the sweet manna
That from the Son’s heart
Overflows into my heart,
The food of angels and the blessed?
He who raised himself from death to life,
He has also awakened me to new life
From the sleep of death.
And he gives me new life from day to day,
And at some time his fullness is to stream through me,
Life of your life indeed, you yourself:
Holy Spirit eternal life!
Are you the ray
That flashes down from the eternal Judge’s throne
And breaks into the night of the soul
That had never known itself?
It penetrates hidden folds.
Alarmed at seeing itself,
The self makes space for holy fear,
The beginning of that wisdom
That comes from on high
And anchors us firmly in the heights,
That creates us anew:
Holy Spirit ray that penetrates everything!
Are you the spirit’s fullness and the power
By which the Lamb releases the seal
Of God’s eternal decree?
Driven by you
The messengers of judgment ride through the world
And separate with a sharp sword
The kingdom of light from the kingdom of night.
Then heaven becomes new and new the earth,
And all finds its proper place
Through your breath:
Holy Spirit victorious power!
Are you the master who builds the eternal cathedral,
Which towers from the earth through the heavens?
Animated by you, the columns are raised high
And stand immovably firm.
Marked with the eternal name of God,
They stretch up to the light,
Bearing the dome,
Which crowns the holy cathedral,
Your work that encircles the world:
Holy Spirit God’s molding hand!
Are you the one who created the unclouded mirror
Next to the Almighty’s throne,
Like a crystal sea,
In which Divinity lovingly looks at itself?
You bend over the fairest work of your creation,
And radiantly your own gaze
Is illumined in return.
And of all creatures the pure beauty
Is joined in one in the dear form
Of the Virgin, your immaculate bride:
Holy Spirit Creator of all!
Are you the sweet song of love
And of holy awe
That eternally resounds around the triune throne,
That weds in itself the clear chimes of each and every being?
That joins together the members to the Head,
In which each one
Finds the mysterious meaning of his being blessed
And joyously surges forth,
Freely dissolved in your surging:
Holy Spirit eternal jubilation!