Saturday of the Sixteenth Week in Ordinary Time.
I shall take some time to prepare to make a good confession.
Matthew 13: 24-30
Lord, I believe in your Church. I believe that it is the sacrament of salvation, and
that you have chosen to lead me to heaven. Lord, I hope in you. I hope in you because you have gone
to prepare a place for me in heaven. Lord, I love you because you loved me first. I love you for
giving yourself up for me on the cross.
Forgive me, Lord, for offending
you, and help me to make reparation.
1. Verdant Farm or Barren Wasteland?
have given me the gift of Baptism and of being your child. "Baptism is God's most beautiful and
magnificent gift" (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1216). This gift you have given me is something
that I do not deserve. I was born with original sin, and yet, out of your infinite goodness and
mercy, you have chosen to nourish my barren field and offer me the Kingdom of heaven. Through the
life-giving waters of the sacrament of Baptism, you have taken my field that used to be wasteland
and desert and have made it flourish. You have sown wheat in my field so that it may yield abundant
2. A Tainted Field?
Lord, even though you have grafted me into your family
through Baptism, there are times when I forget the goal of my life, which is heaven. I am weak, and
because of my weakness, at times I taint my field with weeds. "Certain temporal consequences of sin
remain in the baptized, such as suffering, illness, death, and such frailties inherent in life as
weaknesses of character, and so on, as well as an inclination to sin that Tradition calls
concupiscence, or metaphorically, 'the tinder for sin' (fomes peccati); since concupiscence 'is left
for us to wrestle with, it cannot harm those who do not consent but manfully resist it by the grace
of Jesus Christ.' Indeed, 'an athlete is not crowned unless he competes according to the rules'"
(Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1264).
3. God Never Gives Up On Me:
though I have let weeds grow in my field where there was once only wheat, you have given me time to
let the good grain grow. You know that all is not lost. There is still hope, and there is still
time. Even though I have offended you because of my sins, and even though I have not conquered
myself and my tendency to sin, I still experience your love and your mercy. You have not given up on
me, although it seems to me that I have often given up on myself. You have given me the gift of time
for me to weed my field and to increase the good wheat that is within it, so that the harvest I bear
may be fruitful and rich.
Conversation with Christ:
Lord, thank you for the gift of
your mercy. Thank you for being patient with me, for loving me for who I am, and for encouraging me
to continue to grow as I should.
I shall take some time to prepare to
make a good confession.